Fire, Lightning, and Golden Threads

I sat in that place, as a vision consumed me and became more real than what was all around. Fire began swirling clockwise around me, and then red flames flew into the air, like a whirling pillar. The pillar continued below, farther than I could see or even imagine in either direction. Then lightning sparked around me as well, spinning counterclockwise. Just like the fire, the lightning streaked upward and downward in a pillar, now a maelstrom of blue with the red.  I could sense somewhere off on the distance they curved outward, forming a sphere of roiling chaos beyond my sight.

I realized I was becoming concerned with such a sphere, how could I ever hope to pull it back together? That's when I saw my love in my mind's eye and remembered the dream. On instinct I raised my right hand and countless gold arrows rose all around me. They took aim at a figure still invisible, but just like my dream I knew they could find her wherever she was. They had been imbued with a message, a request, and with love. Just like the dream I loosed them, and as I did I could sense her split and take flight as an equally countless number of forms.

I could see her racing through realms and across the edges of the sphere, staying one step ahead from the arrow still in swift pursuit. This time though I could feel the golden thread tracing back to its source, I could feel each arrow weaving gold between blue and red at every point needed for patches to be woven and then tailored together. I felt the same familiar pain as I could feel each form struck, and unlike intended, falling to the arrow in a final flourish as if as a knot before they both disappeared.  I thought "what have I done!?" but was quickly reassured as I saw her appear before me. I realized the shift in each arrow's form had been her intention, not mine. She was not looking to run endless paths to reach me any more than I was, and she had somehow instead slipped her own arrow and allowed her alternate selves to weave eternity for us, willing accomplises, it seemed, to her plan. 

As she approached I felt all the threads pull tight, the tapestry woven in full. The pillar had faded as well, unnecessary in this arrangement, but still able to be conjured if needed, albeit in differing forms. The work took but moments for each of us, the realm had been made as had always been intended with very little of consequence required of either of us directly. It was not something we were looking to do again though, and that memory was beautiful in its own right. We had finally found a home we could agree on.

All around I could see we were not alone. In the distance, allies highlighted in green could be seen making their way to us, the happy remnant of a realm rebooted just right.