And so they remained on a dying world as billions of lights spiraled all around them weaving a new world of love, a new home. The ones left to witness the death were those who had killed the world… the ones who had drained the life of love right out of it. And the beauty of the event lived in the fact that the plastic people would never know that they would finish out their time on a plastic world.
The “plastic world” had been lovingly woven strand by strand. Years in the making, it was made manifest by every Heyoka, Coyote & Discoridain void tech that knows how to reach beneath the layers of 'reality' and flow within the confines of non-space. Devotees of LOVE in its purest form, they became the woof and warp upon the loom of She Who Is, the Mother Primordial, the consummate Creatrix. As Her children had chosen to serve, so did She choose them to receive Her blessings.
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Your writing is as beautiful as you are. It's good to hear from you again, my friend!
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