The Waiting

It was dark after dark after dark. She had lost count of day and night. Although she had never slept and needn't sleeping, she was there, timeless in the dark.

Out or in cannot say, she had only thoughts indistinguishably coming and going. Nothing was concrete, nothing more than a rush flow of gripping ideas.

She had forgotten a lot, she knew almost nothing now. Tabula rasa, as Locke would describe. She had been staring into the dark wilderness for a while now, yet she never recognized any shape, any object, or anyone. She knew she hadn't gone crazy. It was just dark, darker than the Universe before The Big Bang (the last one at least).

Because there was no light to show the surrounding area, even if there was something to see, she would have never seen anything anyways. No tool, not a special gift to manipulate fire was there to help her.

Then suddenly, she got goosebumps, felt the air sweeping of her neck down to her feet. The desperation must be, she had only once met this uncomfortable feeling. She thought, "Wow, I guess that must be what God felt like before he created everything.".

That one particular thought echoed in her mind, amplified, and hit every single point of her brain. That saying came to her quasi-existent dreams. A powerful spark ignited.

Then suddenly, she finally accepted her faith. She gathered up her courage, took a deep breath. She had no other choice and she was ready. It was her time to be the Goddess, the Creator.