A Magpie's Gold

Chapter 1 - A Stream of Stars

This tale is taller than it is small. It is as old as it is young, it would perhaps take lifetimes to tell. Even as it unfolds in this moment, it has already been told repeatedly and the words not stuttered or uttered.

Let us start at the beginning, which could also be the end, depending on how you look at it.

It was dark, really dark but with a tinge of something that could not be grasped, like a womb, waiting to birth something. Was it perhaps waiting to birth her? Mags had wondered to somewhere unknown, how she got there she could not remember. Her memories were dying as she forced herself to think, nothing was coming, all she could focus on was the vastness of this intangible space. There was just a sense of a matter but what was the matter? A cloak of sheer black cold mesh silked around her, it made her feel completely visible yet completely alone. She looked down with her translucent eyes to her translucent body, she played with her fluid light, toying it with her fingers. There didn't seem to be an importance in maintaining a form or thought here, there was just a flow like breath that was deepening and releasing.

In that moment as Mags went into the detail of it all, she came across a singular spot of light, a beckoning beacon, it began to snake. The space between shortened through no feasible action, she was still, seemingly taken by her surroundings and drawn by invisible threads. Floating, the warmth radiated as she approached, her feelings of solitude subsiding. The reach of the glow surrounded her being, in what seemed like an instant, it could be seen from inhabited worlds billions of countable years later as just a mere but remarkable twinkle.

The stream of stars became clearer, they almost resembled fish but had formed humanoid faces. Angelic faces, that smiled and reflected the low hum that reverberated through them. A frequency so faint, as with everything here, wherever here is, it could be felt, it could be known but there was a struggle to fully comprehend. The need to understand fell away, it was easy to just be. Be with the rhythm, it felt like truth, it felt like harmony, it felt like a lovely stranger that welcomed her. The little fish beings changed shape and conjoined with each other into a bigger defined entity, as if it was responding to her. She and it slowly reaching to embrace, a natural movement it would seem, it swished about her face and she felt her state spring into life, every part was alive. Her soul coaxed.

All that was in her lifetime had perished, the fantasy and illusion of it all, she surrendered and dissolved into the slip stream.

The sentience was exhilarating, everything was felt, everything was known and unknown all at the same time. There could be an expectation of this union to be overwhelming but it was not. There was a peace in it.

They danced now in a stream of consciousness, the distant echo of her favourite song Cosmic Dancer by T-Rex simultaneously fading and swelling upon them, coating their being.

Thank you for your eye balling

(Recommendation: turn up Cosmic Dancer whilst reading this.)