beginning

At last, they’ve come for me. I feel their lives,
their destinies spilling out before me. The denial
of the one true path, played out on a world not
their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will
be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with
the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of
revelation bringing new clarity, and in the midst
of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought
together by impossible longing, enemies now joined
as one. The way forward at once unthinkable,
yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw
toward the light, hungering for redemption that
will only come in the howl of terrible suffering.
I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described
machines who believe themselves without sin,
but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They
will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony
of the one splintering into the many, and then they
will join the promised land, gathered on the wings
of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.

∞