بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Alas, that a Coronation need happen only once for an Eternity, so memorable it was for him to savor her laughter and radiance...but new memories were always waiting to be made around any corner they so wished. As prime example, their palatial interlude after the ceremony: with glittering crown steady still atop her glistening brow, everything was utterly mesmerizing about her exuberant visage from his vantage point beneath. These degrees of bliss, they lay beyond the ability of words to capture, yet in every one of their completions, gratitude for their Rabb flowed effortlessly, a river of remembrance to commemorate gifts which were only His to give. Such was the nature of their blessings, not confined to just one kind of happiness and fulfillment; it was there in abundance, of every shade, like ripened fruit hanging on the nearest of branches, ever within reach. Another particular kind of joy, this time exploration, was the impetus for their next jaunt he had in mind.
Surprises, surprises. Once upon an era long past, 'surprises' she might have gladly gone without, but this Eternity of hers, it proved itself to be incomparable. Refreshed and relaxed, she reclined leisurely on her sofa while contemplating the next surprise he held in store, and what she would wear to it. Every layer of every garment perfectly hugged or matched her skin and curves, so there was little indecision even for such an outing as this was. She chose simply and left to join him in their spacious veranda.
He supposed this was what it felt like planning a date, a word that felt new on his tongue no matter how many times immortality afforded him a chance to embrace its excitement. In this particular venture, for their first time ever, they were going to undertake direct control over their entire physiology, altering their physical states on the molecular level. With a certain quirky enthusiasm, he had conversed at length with his Creator on the finer points of His creation, delighting in the knowledge gained over matter and how its control might best be executed. The explanation of it all, he would save until later, but at the outset, just her touch would suffice to begin the metamorphosis.
A slight shift in the wind, carrying with it her fragrance, was the first sign of her approach. Reflexively, he slowed time itself for the next few seconds, to soak in the instant of her entrance. "Glorious."
"Well," she replied, "of course I am." As she spoke, her lips curved into a teasing smile and he nearly forgot his own name.
Fortunately for their excursion, the thought of showing her something so incredible and superhuman brought his senses back. His waiting arm found hers, and with the other, he opened a gateway to a particular star in their old galaxy, the Milky Way.
There it was, over half a billion fusion reactions happening per second, emitting enough light and energy to warm a solar system. He took a step into the doorway and as he entered the other side, his body began changing to mirror the physical properties of the plasma itself, from the temperature and density down to the rearranged atoms and elements themselves. Now they were, quite literally, the stuff stars were made of.
They could internalize how hot it burned, not as pain receptors would have, but as a measure of the sheer intensity of sensation, coupled with the art of atomic fusion they now marveled at in such detail, visible even in the tips of their fingers. They knew too the various parts of the Sun which were undergoing different stages of the star life cycle, not dissimilar from gazing at constellations in the sky and being able to tell which parts were moving where and how, but with the caveat of being part of the sky itself. Sight no longer beheld colors, rather simply pure energy in all its levels and forms. To have called it breathtaking wouldn't have scratched the surface, for their breath was from fusion itself, light released merely by our existing.
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Surprises, surprises. Once upon an era long past, 'surprises' she might have gladly gone without, but this Eternity of hers, it proved itself to be incomparable. Refreshed and relaxed, she reclined leisurely on her sofa while contemplating the next surprise he held in store, and what she would wear to it. Every layer of every garment perfectly hugged or matched her skin and curves, so there was little indecision even for such an outing as this was. She chose simply and left to join him in their spacious veranda.
~
He supposed this was what it felt like planning a date, a word that felt new on his tongue no matter how many times immortality afforded him a chance to embrace its excitement. In this particular venture, for their first time ever, they were going to undertake direct control over their entire physiology, altering their physical states on the molecular level. With a certain quirky enthusiasm, he had conversed at length with his Creator on the finer points of His creation, delighting in the knowledge gained over matter and how its control might best be executed. The explanation of it all, he would save until later, but at the outset, just her touch would suffice to begin the metamorphosis.
A slight shift in the wind, carrying with it her fragrance, was the first sign of her approach. Reflexively, he slowed time itself for the next few seconds, to soak in the instant of her entrance. "Glorious."
"Well," she replied, "of course I am." As she spoke, her lips curved into a teasing smile and he nearly forgot his own name.
Fortunately for their excursion, the thought of showing her something so incredible and superhuman brought his senses back. His waiting arm found hers, and with the other, he opened a gateway to a particular star in their old galaxy, the Milky Way.
~
There it was, over half a billion fusion reactions happening per second, emitting enough light and energy to warm a solar system. He took a step into the doorway and as he entered the other side, his body began changing to mirror the physical properties of the plasma itself, from the temperature and density down to the rearranged atoms and elements themselves. Now they were, quite literally, the stuff stars were made of.
They could internalize how hot it burned, not as pain receptors would have, but as a measure of the sheer intensity of sensation, coupled with the art of atomic fusion they now marveled at in such detail, visible even in the tips of their fingers. They knew too the various parts of the Sun which were undergoing different stages of the star life cycle, not dissimilar from gazing at constellations in the sky and being able to tell which parts were moving where and how, but with the caveat of being part of the sky itself. Sight no longer beheld colors, rather simply pure energy in all its levels and forms. To have called it breathtaking wouldn't have scratched the surface, for their breath was from fusion itself, light released merely by our existing.
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