The Negative Space - Creative Writing Contest

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• Negative Space -

Beyond the heavens within the stars in the night sky, there had existed some thirty two and seven hundreds of ethereal kingdoms and democracies to behold, all with their pretentious attentions all set at a simple test; a simple test to choose the worthy, yet also a test to identify the brilliant and the cunning. Where ages of war and combat had tired out the timeless patience of those up on high, there were still those who craved for the art of combat, the thrill of bloodshed, and yet again the satisfaction of dominance. Of these omnipotent observers, of those whose brilliant minds not only contributed to the life of the simulation yet ever changing but also whose minds had provided the viewers with everlasting hope in the future, one of these, with such a sense of confidence so high, dared to walk the stairwell of jurisdiction.

 

To walk the stairwell of jurisdiction required not only a sense of purpose adamant enough to challenge the sheer power of the Seven Moons of the Farlands, but would also require that the observer can hold their own against the mere presence of He who had resided since the beginning of time. To yield in his presence after the grueling task of walking up such steps would be considered a disappointment, a failure of the highest degree, within a society which had no equal. And yet, one of them has left his chair in the council to seek word with He? Unbelievable.

 

Treachery? Had he been mad to take a step upon the sacred ivorystone steppes, where the mere essence of an observer would feel the pressure of a thousand supernovae? Art thou mad, to challenge a God in his own domain, a domain where time served the essence of the God in a space he freely controlled? Art thou not afraid, for taking a step would not only madden and ruinate the observer beyond relief, but would also outlaw and discriminate him as well, for attempting to challenge He who makes all in peace?

 

And yet, where does he stand, against the very God that has had the right of presence and glory to introduce upon our very race the joys of creation, the security of simulation, and yet again the miracles of reanimation, time and time again? Was he not satisfied, with the gifts that he was born-given? Had he been disappointed in these gifts he gave, where he has suddenly had the gall to stand up and leave the spectacle of His glory? Does the miracle worth a twice-millenium not satisfy him enough? The authority to challenge the Almighty, the absolute arrogance of the man, to embark on an exodus to question he who has travelled the Infinite Forest, searching for the Six Truths and the many Fruits of Indulgement; does he dare risk his own standing, his own audience with the Almighty in trespassing his courtroom with the treason of opinion?

 

And yet, despite these allegations, despite the shattering anxieties of an observer when faced with the sheer presence of He, the footsteps grew louder, as a simple, pathetic, yet driven interloper approached the summit. A foolish man, yet he believed his purpose was not for naught. He looked up, as the comets and stars in the sky seemed to pause suddenly, as if time itself was interrupted by his presence, as if the balance of the universe had been shifted from a simple boot onto a courtroom. On his eyes shone a prism; before him was He.

 

"Will you listen, if I am existent? Will I exist, when I approach He who frightens? Shall I fall frightened, should I listen to the shadows in my mind?"

 

"I accept the risks, and I shall become intertwined with my fate. Will you take my hand and guide me to enlightenment?"

 

And yet time did not collapse on he who spoke, as the final seconds were counting down; judgement upon the blind fool had not been decided yet - but his faith remained resolute. His calculations and speculations were one and the same - now what remained was the gambit, the thrill of the game, and the expectation of not victory, not failure, but satisfaction. Should one otherwise find himself in such a situation where one's mortal being should be judged by a God, one's knees would bend before Him, yet the fool called forth his gamble with thrill in his eyes. He had not come here to die, yet death remained on his mind for as long as he feared and was frightened of the God. With eyes ever so valiant, and with a stance to shift the statutes of space and time, the gambler immediately ceased to fear.

 

Turning his back on the essence of power, the absolute of all absolute sins of his era, the gambler didn't take any chances to look back, as he began to take one step down the ivorystone steppes of justice. Art thy had not been desperate or lucky, his peers did not know, though they did know that the gambler had been the first to ever walk down the Stairwell of Jurisdiction alive; to make an attempt to challenge a god, and to come back unscathed had been just a brilliant feat as slaying the god itself. Indeed, the brilliant light still shone throughout the courtroom, and the man still walked down the steppes, as the anger of the earth rippled throughout the skies. Imbalance has been created.

 

A mere mortal dared to challenge the dreaming desires of a god, of whom they were the first thought of mind to create; where one hand sought to create life and to explore its intricacies, the other sought curiosity of anarchy, of the bitter destruction and chaos that a god's dreaming desire could wish upon the world - but of all things, a god hadn't expected a sudden shift in beliefs and identity within this particular individual. Had the individual come to him with still a certain fright that he might be smitten, it might as well be his dying wish, but with this one, an impression was simply enough to make Him consider. The tone of one's voice, after all, is the deliverer of both beauty and destruction, as speech itself showcases the beauty in destruction. A mortal, capable of such a weapon? 

 

Courtrooms were never meant to be quiet, for it is the simple mind that perceived a quiet room to be a boring room; yet there was an extended serenity during those few seconds where man began walking where no man had stepped foot before. Where there had been once scrutiny, discrimination, and prejudice, there was now a renown sense of awe radiating into the air; the enlightened scene of a shadow of a figure coming down from the heavens, as the spirit of an eternal power radiated behind him, splitting the very sky into multitude of colors invoked such a surge of wonderment within those who had doubted. The doubtful are always the first to learn, and yet, the stubborn are yet the wiser within a world of greed and power.

 

Wake up.

There is much more about the world than you realize.