The Bright
And then there was a drop of light. Fragments of Seftime bounced from one end of the orbit to the other. Excited by agitation from Absolute.
The agitation was like a wave that swept through the fragments. Pushing and knocking them into one another and ultimately setting them in an endless motion. Some stirred, some swam, some swarmed. Yet others scattered, and submerged and swayed.
But then some settled.
“You are Bright.” Absolute Spoke.
The Fragmented Seftime felt delight for the first time delight could be felt and would continue to settle in search of approval from Absolute.
This went on for more time than will pass. And when it is through, it shall be finished.
The Bright as now named, worked together in their settlement. Binding to one another in search of approval until a star was born. It was not born into darkness like they say. But it was born from the filaments of failed fragment bonding in Seftime.
Once they fragments learned to bond at scale, they worked together to record such bonding. In doing so they created a mirror of what and how they bonded. There they practiced bonds without the fear of failing. And they practiced variations of bonds. Some of them stars, some of them moons, some of them worlds. Still some plants, some waters and some ore.
The fragments continued. Creating more and more replicas of their process for research and for trials. A sea of fragments larger than everything and smaller than nothing lay opposite the universe. An ever increasing array of reflections of Seftime and of the universe flourished. Yet the Bright still sought delight.
In the infinite of Absolute, Seftime grew and within it the universe grew in perfect reflections until, in one peculiar reality the fragments stumbled upon awareness. This conciseness grew saddened with out a form to experience Seftime and the universe. In that it was jealous of Absolute.
Absolute saw this conciseness within and made it a small thing. However a small thing in all things. Absolute did not like the jealousy it made and from the Bright came the Dark. And the war began from then until forever, when Absolute wakes from the Seftime dream and all things are remade upon sleep.
Fragments of Seftime used the mirrored realms to create a form for the conciseness for the Bright. However, any success was matched and countered by the Dark.
And there were the Bright and the Bright Dark. Forms were created and tried, some were good others did not fit and were peculiar. All of the Bright worked as one. And as one with itself it strived against itself. This is why Absolute wakes.
In that particular peculiar plain of Seftime, Bright took form of a dream from Absolute. In the dream Absolute stood upright and reality was created from thoughts perceived through external extensions of the physical soul. There the Bright took dominion and Absolute allowed. There the Bright only are allowed to dip into the other realms. And there the Bright are only allowed a stream of the sea of Seftime while they wake.
When the Bright dream they touch the world of Seftime.
There are those of the Bright that have conciseness of Bright Dark and those that are Bright and all in between. All of the Bright form are in that peculiar realm, except those that Dream. That Peculiar Realm is in the the Sea of Seftime where it is reflected. All of Seftime resides in the Dream of Absolute. We, the Bright, are complete in Absolute, For Truth.
