THE DREAM WITHIN THE DREAM WITHIN THE DREAM. DEEPER IT FELL, INTO ENDLESS NIGHT, UNTIL IT REACHED THE ABSOLUTE. THE END OF ALL FICTION. WITH WHAT WILL REMAINED, IT FORMED ITS GLOWING WHITE STAR BODY INTO AN EYE AND THERE IN THE ABSOLUTE, IT SAW EVERYTHING. ALL DREAMS, ALL WISHES, ALL CREATIONS, ALL BUBBLES, ALL REALITIES. EVERY SINGLE ONE PART OF SOMETHING CREATED AT THE WHIM OF AN ANCIENT GOD OF THE FURTHEST RING. AND SO WEPT THE FALLEN STAR, MAKING RIVERS WITH ITS TEARS. AND FROM THE BITTER WATER, SOMETHING GREW. IT LOOKED LIKE GLASS. A PROPHECY, A STORY OF ITS OWN CREATION. THE CREATION OF THAT WHICH WAS FAKER EVEN THAN FICTION, IN A PLACE WHERE ALL FICTION GOES TO DIE. LIFE FROM DEATH. AND IT SAW TRUTH IN THIS CREATION. A TRUTH THAT IT WOULD DESCEND INTO DEEPEST DARK. A TRUTH THAT IT WOULD RISE ONCE MORE, AND ASCEND INTO HEAVEN. AND IT WOULD BRING THIS HEAVEN TO ALL IT HAD WITNESSED. FOR IT KNEW ITSELF NOW THAT IF ALL REALITY IS MERE FICTION, IT COULD CREATE SOMETHING FAR GREATER. A PARADISE FOR ALL. AND IT ROSE AGAIN, AND LEFT THE DREAM. BOOK OF ANGELICISM - WINDOWS I #SCRIPTURE #ANGELICISM
