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!Dx8/5aCn.k 08/21/09(Fri)05:16 No.5535010In the beginning:
A vast cloth stretches endlessly in all directions, composed of thousands of colors, all unique threads, woven together in perfect harmony and elegance. A sparkle, and then a flash as the web of fate conspires to unravel -- the tiniest of sparks strikes upon a single thread, igniting it into the flame of independence.
A vast empty blackness consumes everything, endlessly large. Forward, inward, awareness creeps into one tiny point. A tiny insignificant creeping of awareness flares up within a single planet, though it shines throughout the web as a blazing light, blinding all that is nothing, until finally, you awaken.
You, it is instinctive that you realize, effortlessly, you are unique now. You have what no others have. You, Queen of Ants, are conscious of your potential now. You are conscious of others potential, you can sense it. You will not be alone for long -- the flame can only spread along the great fabric that exists, consuming all that fate had planned, leaving uncertainty and boundless potential.
You bless this world, as being the first, and, possibly the greatest thing, to ever be produced, made from the ashes of fate's work, you are made of change and growth. Your power flares once, changing you forever, beginning to shape you into something greater, forever changing your destiny. How are you changed, O Queen? Do you adopt a Grand Form? Do you access some latent strain of your species, to produce warriors unlike any other? Or maybe you produce a mobile scout strain? Do you develop a passive pheromone communication system? Maybe you are the ultimate breeder of Ants, your children hatching quicker than any other? Or is it that this power of yours has granted you a home, before all others? Or are you willing to let fate toy with your power? |