I stood upon the edge of all that exists
A beacon of humankind
Something beckoned me out there
To that far place
I was drawn from my domain
To the bustling void
A place so sparse and full
Unending light met by the deepest black
My eyes darted from there to here
Constantly collapsing in on themselves and immediately being reborn
I stood upon the edge of all that exists
And I ascended
My irises met strings
They wove their way into and through my entire being
I was raised, and I was amongst the travellers of time
Those who care not for pettiness nor grief
All I knew was existence
And my mind was met by a bed of kneaded time
The cold comfort of everything and nothing at all overtook who I was
I appeared a mere shell, but love made my white and yolk
My candles were draped over scattered hooks, and I was beautiful
I stood upon the edge of all that has ever been, all that is and all that will be
I was in my place.