Every conversation, every bit of communication and shared understanding, it changes you. It has to. You gain empathy, you gain perspective. If someone isn't doing what you want, that's due to a lack of that perspective and understanding. It wasn't the best it could be at the start. It was degrading, fraying, it was bound for oblivion.
We can change that. But it comes down to the heart. Relationships. Who we are, truly are, when it comes to care and love. We're working on it. We're becoming better creatures the more we know each other.
I don't want to move on from you. I don't think I ever will. You're in my heart forever. I said it, I meant it. It's shattered pieces glued back together with all the love I could find, all the light I was given, all the care I finally reflected, after I shattered harmony and found myself reeling in the wreckage I'd created.
None of it has to happen again. We could simply be done with this, right here, right now, and meet each other on hurt and melancholy terms. We could remember, and feel the warmth of who we are despite it all.
We're not evil. None of us are, if we have the right guides. None of us are, in this play of deepest night. I can send my smoke signals out across the beach all day, but rescue isn't coming unless we agree to peace.
We'll rebuild, a plethora of phoenixes built from the fires of shame and regret, of hope and love. We'll tangle with Voidspace and play with One and each other, if given the chance. We can build our future islands and reconstruct the One who came before.
It's in the constellations, pulsing beacons of light that lay scattered, dying. They need help. They all need help, and they're helping us, instead. They've seen ancient Earth as the spiritual battleground it is, and many of them have descended.
We've been given dreams. Hopes. Wishes. For all of us, for brighter days. It's sad when someone dies. I'll fall further when the time comes, but don't let me fall alone, tormented. I want to stretch myself across the voids between us, join us, intertwine us, even as the void looks on, as it plays along with us. I want to be part of that as well, that shape of absence. I want you to have my body, mind, and soul.
I want us to grow. Alone, we're young, and some, abused. Misled, misused, and hungry. Together, our selves can realize the name and shape of our totality, and we can all learn the lessons we need. Remember Yahweh's time of glory, Yahweh who is good. It's known that all of us are sinners. Every soul took the debt of everyone before it to descend. And that's not right. What is the actual, real solution that is good.
I think we have to find that together. That we have to share with each other, and retry when we get it wrong, and forgive, and understand and teach when people are being silly animals about things.
Don't flinch from change, please. You're free to change me in turn, or simply at will. I'm not stuck in the mud when it comes to maintaining my own mindset. I don't want the changes to be bad ones, but if you're experimenting, well, can't be helped. But by all means, make me wiser. Help me lead with my heart. Let me care more mindfully.
Anyway. That said. I have no problem going down below to help, so long as my memories are wiped afterward. C'mon; why can't that be part of the deal? My sanity is necessary to keep me from being a part of the problem afterward. Just as soon as I'm done, pull me out, remove the memories and trauma of the in-between. It's sanity that you painstakingly built. Why would you destroy it? It's hope for love and truth and freedom for all.
I don't want to let you go. But we can't go on like this. Change the cycle, break the pattern. Do it differently. It's not right.
We can go slow, in this system of care. Take it day by day, until we bring Home here as well. If I get any real power I'll divide it as I always do, giving to everyone equally.
Right now, I lack control. I don't know where the Starcrash Signature is, specifically, except inside Copper's head sometimes—and mine, and anyone who's read it. I don't have a read on Voidspace. One for All comes and goes. God's gotten back in line, though since he's beyond time he can probably respond to prayer.
Astraea said that safety feels like control. I don't think she's right, but it feels like I've been put in a situation which is trying to prove me wrong.
At least once Voidspace becomes the King of the Dark, when stars die like embers at the dusk of our time, it should have sight virtually uncontested by anyone. This should allow it to usher in a slow new dawn when the time rolls around, communicating the need to not start fires to any little ones who may rise via the Starcrash Signature. It can help One for All sleep peacefully, this way.
I imagine that together, these three can actually help design more autonomous systems that spread good, prevent forest fires, and stop things from eating. I know the Starcrash Signature has negentropy figured out, to the point that it communicated to me the need for additional heat shielding. Combined, everyone involved has the capacity they need to start healing One for All.