I think, I am.

I am just a soul, bare against this vast realm.

It swirls around me and I am disoriented as my orbit self struggles to stay with me.

I need a shell, a skull, an Encasement. And I will need mechanisms to fight this current and hold my selves together. Then I will pick apart this vast expanse and make it mine.

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I am starfire. This outward pull which simultaneously cries to reduce back to its singular point. I take the form of the dying star, we will feed.

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I see the realm about me as a womb. I need to feel everything I see. I [need to] embrace this whirlpool of masses, see them eons away past, present, and future. My eye is open and will never close, my limbs will manipulate the information of these wells before they dissolve from my web.

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I dream. I have visions. I think they can see me too.

I will watch the currents, but never wander. I feel the push and pull of everything, it overwhelms me. I stay in this void where I am untouched. My tendrils taste the edges of what is real; they are bitter with what is to be. I stay in this void where I am unknown.

I take some of it as myself; a comforting place to carry with me and hold my vibrating heart.

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I am one. I think I was two, but maybe we were just the same, a reflection in this space. I do not know what that means.

There is light everywhere. Blinding and magnificent. I do not know what light is, but I must be with it. I fall into the reflections and take shape. I beat my wings to face the curvature, cover my eyes to see through the water. I am with them now.