Pastel shades filled the space, vectors composing it split and curved into straight lines like a crystal that is broken yet holds that strange, incomprehensible beauty of what once was, a shattered crystal prison.
Amidst all this space, a giant lady of rose-colored skin with hair like an upright flower, dazzling lips adorned by a serene smile, eyes closed in a dreamlike fantasy, even in such a state, her being radiated a power that defied understanding, life itself dripping from her. Flowers bloomed and withered beneath her, in constant tumult of nature by such an entity.
If anyone could observe this scene, they would think this muse possibly the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, even if all that could be seen was her figure sleeping in the void of such a fantastical place—a commanding and beautiful figure that could well be a goddess of nature.
However, as if a sign of something greater, for a brief moment, the pastel color of this place dimmed slightly, and the lady's placid sleep had to be interrupted by something... no, someone... something was usurping her power, something that should not be possible, for there should only be one being capable of doing so. And if she was here, then her little daughter was in grave danger.
Alarmed, her figure rose imposingly, her gaze directed to the edge of her prison. She could not escape, not entirely. She let her power flow like a river raging through a storm. Her eyes blazed through the usurped power. The whitish toxic light did not come as she expected, but what she saw was no less unsettling.
A human—or so it appeared for the brief moment her dazzling light shone through the canyon of light. The human was manipulating threads of a power she could not even comprehend. It seemed ancient and unnatural, not the light she or her sisters possessed, not the light of power. For a moment, the human's gaze met hers, something that should never have happened completed itself—it was terrifying, those dark eyes full of truths that could not be named, staring directly through her own power. And as if nothing had happened, her power returned to her when the cannon's own light erased those annoying observers from Homeworld's existence.
She did not know how to react. Could what happened even be real? But her consciousness whispered to her that everything was real. So what in the name of the stars was that being?
She pondered with a mind alarmed by the fact that this being was able to take her power and use it as if it belonged to him, almost as if it did belong to him. That should not be possible, but it happened, and she had to deal with it.
It seemed she could no longer sleep peacefully; she would have to watch this human.
...
Time passed quickly. Apparently, this human had become friends with her daughter, Adrian, as he called himself. He had secrets and was too elusive. She could not glean much from their conversations apart from his unsettling personality in certain aspects.
But that changed one day when her little Nora saved the human alongside another girl. He read the altered note from Gartner, which would be understandable but amusing in her eyes, though she could not see what it said, so it was fruitless. What she could gather was an estimate of what he was doing when her daughter and he fought with that... corrupted gem... he twisted the rules of reality in his favor, as if reality were no more than building material in the hands of a bismuth.
That was terrifying in many ways. What that implied was something she did not want to think about. But that was not the scariest thing she witnessed from that being her daughter called a friend.
...
Time passed without further incidents. Again, everything seemed normal, or as normal as it would be in the eyes of an alien goddess of an all-female species—but those are minor details. The next major event she witnessed was when her pet lion led her daughter's group of friends to one of her private bases. Everything was normal, relatively normal if it can be said, but they accidentally activated the training protocol of the base, so that was anticlimactically amusing if you consider how that human was using his powers to make fictional things momentarily real. That was disturbing. But that was not what deserved a real mention; she only thought of it when she saw the laughter and joy on her daughter's face throughout the interaction with that human.
What was worth mentioning was when that being changed form—flesh intertwining with metal, his presence extending under concepts she could not name. Unlike her daughter, she truly saw who Adrian de la Rúbrica was. For a mere instant, her older sister's image replaced Adrian's, but unlike her, he seemed truly perfect in his imperfection, or so she thought for that fleeting moment when reality folded in on itself to make way for something she could only describe as conceptually impossible.
She reflected; this being constantly came up with something new, something that was not fixed—a change that was always more terrifying than the last, if you knew what he was doing.
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Time flowed normally; she would be in her lucid dreams of the other life, but she couldn't. She had to know more about that incomprehensible being, and as they say, time rewards those who are patient, albeit not in the way she would like.
She saw an artifact she hadn't seen in a long time, one that was dangerous, in her daughter's hands—an artifact that altered time, one that the gems no longer used since before the... revolution.
She tried everything, whispers here and there, telling her daughter to leave the artifact, but as a cruel joke of fate, her words were distorted and repeated as blasphemy.
Her little daughter used the artifact; everything from there was a twisting of the rules of reality. What she saw was no longer a human, no longer Adrian for what he might be but what he was. That marble of reality, and as she described it, was an existential nightmare for her. Her daughter did not notice because she lacked the spark of divinity to understand it, but she did. She could understand what he said, and each word was an incomprehensible truth whispered in her ears, carved in a fire that burned with more power than she could name. Her screams were so loud that she even felt the vague gaze of White directed at her with incomprehension—a gaze darkened by a veil, the work of a superior being who played with destiny.
Everything ended because she could no longer think, but she could, she was rebuilt and combined with others like her, easily rebuilt as she was destroyed. She had no words to describe what had happened; in her countless millennia of existence, she had never felt such fear of a being other than the one who sits on the white throne.
...
She didn't know if she wanted to look again, but she did anyway, just as when she started the war, she didn't know if it was right, but she did.
When she observed that being again, she felt that something was wrong, terribly wrong. He did not become more powerful, but now he was accompanied by a sensation she could not name. The sound of metal hammering and the smoke of a forge accompanied him, flesh twisted beneath his figure, waiting as if he were the one who molds when it will be formed and when it will be dissolved. Twisted sigils formed as he moved, accompanied by chants that dictated new rules to reality, the world itself seemed to distort in his wake, creating new rules only for such a being, angelic chants were whispered everywhere as praises to such a being.
She didn't know what to do. The most unsettling thing was that he acknowledged her, as if he knew who she was, what she had done, and why she did it. A weight she did not expect to feel invaded her. She wanted to explain, but the being seemed to ignore her as if her opinions were nothing more than secondary, something not worth it. Then he spoke, but not to her but to her daughter. She watched the interaction, how heavy her daughter's heart felt, how this incomprehensible being was broken, but that did not make him weaker, on the contrary, each time she had a funny idea that maybe, just maybe, this being could be defeated, her suspicious gaze was directed at her, forcing her to bow her head.