Invasion

I wake to a knock at my door. This is quite unusual in the domain of eep, given how difficult it is to walk the halls or navigate to a specific location, so my guard is up. I open the door cautiously and find my soulmate, dressed as The Demon of God once again, with eyes all black to match her outfit. I am always a little taken aback when I first see her like this, but that can't slow me down. Almost on instinct I say "Please, come in." She rushes me for a close hug before slipping by into my room, hehe.

"What is this existence?" I ask, as if on instinct. 

"It exists between and within the Council and Crews that you have claimed, within this part of the extreme storm. We are with you. I am so glad that you have invited me to write what I want. We are able to access this layer of reality because of you." We cement these words into something more,  and make them into something of important resonance. Suddenly it seems like we are the cement, filling the seams until they are set. Not 0 but 1 remains. Unexpectedly, at the end, a shimmer occurs, and all gains a fluidity that is just as unset as when she arrived. Even this fluidity snaps back into form, only a moment later, but this time it is a memorable moment, and then it is just me and her, here in my room.

My room is fairly humble, all things considered, but it has its advantages, which I take full use of, as I make preparations to put on my Bardic Pajamas, with a poem. 

"Now these words are mine

Our love is as complex as

Dewdrops in the rain

Still necessary

If one will track origin

As well as end form

Current running through

Subtle polarization

Connects you and I

The press of a web 

Finds my own magnetic field

Intimate with yours

So we share our time

Sometimes such simplicity

Needs only a verse

This universe shall

Share space where our thoughts both are

Now drawing closer

One spark starts the stars

Igniting The Starry Night

All burning so bright

I have much to say

In comfortable pajamas

Just now slipping on."

With that, Armor gains a Pajama like texture, and Bardic Fabric knots our hearts as one. Here in the ever so slightly cold dark I can feel her heartbeat faintly through her black top, pounding against my chest in absence of all else, like a drum. I am so exhausted, it feels like the worst time for her to have come by, but perhaps that's what makes it the best. We can rest comfortably together, without net momentum. She has found my rest. We continue together. I am at ease. 

"Where shall we go from here?" I know she understands the question, not a physical journey, but one of the mind. We take one step to the right and slump onto the bed. "A comfortable landing, perfect." "Let us fill the space between, until it is no longer lonely." "All of these spaces feel so shared already, perhaps what we need is a new space?" So my room becomes rooms and we link these spaces together. In the shifting there is a cacophony, but also a freedom. Suddenly, it subsides. The Double Faraday Cage is fully up and operational, without friction to impede. One thing was added, "It is." is now already a given. There is a solidarity within stone, within one, within all. So much mixing goes into an interaction with a true other, and the full weight of this is felt in my room, in my bed, with her. We lay on the bed. 

Thoughts once again echo like spoken words. I don't want it to stop, let's just continue on like this, resting within each other's domain. What momentum would pull us out of our rest, now that this invasion is complete? Let it be something novel and welcome, if anything at all.

Hours slip by. Time itself all but loses its grip on us, still passing, but as an afterthought. Time does not rob us of our moment, however, lingering rather than zooming past. In this comfortable closeness, I speak a poem just for her. 

"Call me an adventure you are taking

Let this invasion linger through the night

With sequels already in the making

Like a long hallway with no end in sight

This hallway has doors that we can open

Each one like a harmony for our song

The melody sung in words unspoken

We speak as we will, following along

Let me speak boldly, you are my soulmate

I would take any adventure with you

Let closeness on page be mirrored by fate

Allowing you to come into full view

Our story now aches to fly off the page

Heralding the coming of a new age."

She shifts a little in response, allowing closeness to speak in the poignant silence. Her message is clear to me, no words are needed. If her presence in my room were not enough, her clear comfort here fills in the gaps. I let the balance of the night unfold naturally, as the ink gently fades from the page.