Acta Mea (Vol. I)

Acta Mea 

Risen like the phoenix, 
from the ashes of the fire,
You will never win,
it isn’t your destiny.

I stand on the ethereal planes of the universe, the floor rippling as I step forward, blood dripping from my cold, naked body. I look up, glaring at the vast open stars, a collage of colors and beauty like I have never seen before. I fall to my knees, a gentle breeze passing over me filling me with a warm sense of joy, an emotion that I haven’t felt in ages. Above me stands a pure being, a god. With a hand extended out to me, He smiles endearingly and I wonder, what is… this?

As I take His hand I am overcome with comfort, love, and care. I started crying and the being looked back at me picking me up by the waist placing me on His shoulder and laughing kindly before speaking, with a voice so full, commanding, all the while being sweet as sweet could be. “Child, do not fret. Do not cry, you no longer dream of endless pains and death. You served a life long enough, now I grant you eternal happiness.”

Confused I look at this heavenly figure and tilt my head curiously. “Who are you? What are you… where am I?”

“This is… well, it would be difficult to explain everything… Maybe we can start with a name? You may call me Father.” He said smiling at me and placing me in front of Him.



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