CHAPTER 8
She was light. Worlds, stars, whole galaxies revolved around her ever-burning heart in a fast-moving vortex. Frightening and sempiternal. Her conscience could stretch and see it all, inside the tiniest nook and cranny, down to subatomic particles, witnessing the ephemeral persistence of every quantum possibility.
Or it could expand to encompass infinity itself. Beholding and comprehending a universe that actually “was not”.” She was surrounded by everything and, at the same time, enveloped it all. Then, all of a sudden, a tear mangled the matrix, and time leaked into her world, dismantling it. The womb that had welcomed her opened up. Then, like an air bubble set free by a shell sitting on the bottom of the ocean, she floated upwards to the surface of reality.
Hope opened her
