بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Once, there was a man who awoke feeling like he'd been crowned a king. He could not tell how long he had slept, or what had transpired outside of his bed, but for some reason he couldn't quite articulate, none of that mattered to him. For he recalled his sleep, the most restful he had ever had, incomparably comfortable and leaving him eager to be now awake.

There was much in front of his eyes he could not wrap his mind around, much beyond his scope, but he could feel someone waiting for him, not far from where he stood. He could not see her yet, had not met her eyes, but he knew, she was who he'd always chased. In the time before sleep, he had sought  her hand but found it to be a thing postponed. With that simple bend of fate, the man's destiny altered, as after that point, he would shape his existence as a fletcher crafts an arrow, for the sole purpose of finding himself where he now stood. 

It was not just that he would find her, or even that he would hold her, but what truly pulled him was the prospect of what he could show her. His time before sleep, it held no sway over him, but the time of this reckoning, it was everything for him, it was why he lived and why he sought. At last, their gaze crossed paths as she turned his way, and upon each other their sight fell. There she was, a queen in her own right, gloriously radiant, smiling a smile worthy of her lips, eyes wide and sparkling, reflecting all the company near to us.

If the man could have lived a thousand of his former lives, just so that he might revisit this moment anew, he would have. Would that his words could capture her visage, describe the resonance inside his chest, the matchless emotion of Triumph that coursed through their veins...but words could not. 

He knew, and so that was why he had chased this Reality for so long, to complete the task that all his words could only ever begin; their completion, at the doorstep of Eternity.