Liar Of Golgotha Creator
Like hidden shadows in the blackness of the galaxy, her eyes looked over the carbon-desert, enlighted by the orange-red glow of the turbulent pools of magma, flowing wildly through the liquid centre. But neither the deafening sounds of colliding plateaus of stone, nor the penetrable and sickening heat from the yellowish stream of the molten materials, boiling up from the deepest bottoms of the unstable ground she floated above, could touch nor trigger her fragile senses. Her hands hung in the air and bolts of electricity mazed her aura in mysterious and frightening white. But there was no one there to fear her, and no one there to love. It would take another million of the lifetimes she had lead alone in the intensely silent darkness of the emptiness of time before. The emptiness she knew by every inch, while she travelled through the stargate, onwards to the place of her magic spawn. And when it finally resurrected from the ashes of its experimental and primitive predecessors, it feared their creator hidden in the elements of the surroundings. But when time went on and her children began to evolve and mature their minds they seemed to forget or ignore their collective roots, which lay a million lightyears and dimensions from their homes. And most of them completely cleared their minds of powers they had unknowingly inherited from the double helix of the gods. And it was only centuries later that some of them rediscovered their alienated origin, and began to breed the magic they all carried hidden deeply in the id of the mind, still unharmed. And these chosen few would give birth to a powerful line of the dominion, destined to change the world once and for all into what her creator had meant it to be, when she began this task in her youthful years.
