Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai

(Rose)

It took a long time for us to notice. Blume realised it as her body was now much bigger.

B – The sea isn’t flat. It has an inclination. It’s leaning by half a degree to a degree, toward the north east.

R – The sea... is leaning?

N – Hum.

Even Nightmare is puzzled.

... What?

R – Are you sure?

B – Quite, yes.

It’s as if all the rivers stopped flowing into the ocean, and yet kept their height difference somehow?

Averaged over a wide area...

R – Well... This doesn’t explain anything!

B – Well said.

I poke her. She giggles. The small woods keep sailing north east, following the missing streams.

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This share of floating forest sails at good speed now. Blume is happy.

Its lush surface grows odd fruits we can eat. Its roots underwater have already begun symbiotic work with nearby species, plants, bacteria, and even fishes.

They help her grow, she helps them as well. A swarm of fishes tags along now.

It’s tempting for us to just eat them. But as we’re getting healthier, we resume our underwater hunts and leave Blume’s unexpected friends alone.

I would never have expected Blume of all things to befriend some fishes.

Nightmare says she simply lost her sanity, to tease her. Blume shrugs it.

But Nightmare doesn’t laugh much. She needs to have some time to herself lately. So much that it even pains me.

As we reached the next peaks protruding out of the sea, we decided it was time to let the lord of nightmares play to her heart’s contempt.

I settled for camp in the tip of that spire from an old telecommunication tower, I think. One of these towers that look simply like modern copies of the Eiffel tower.

This one still stands, and the end of its structure is just above water.

Blume twists her odd body into a circle around this, anchoring herself like a cloud.

Although with the roots and vines like ivy floating and moving slowly around, the sight from the undercity here looks rather worrying and monstrous.

From the empty streets where I swim, with dim light piercing the water of the sky, her presence is like an open gate to hell’s worst pits.

From below, there’s this dark ecliptic thing, harbouring tentacles and surrounded by a swarm of lesser demons flying around. (the common fishes) From this lower perspective, she looks far more evil than from the surface.

From above, it’s a piece of heaven. Even some insects and butterflies set home in this small garden.

Quite a nice contrast to enjoy. My evil flower...

I muse about it, while I swim in the decays of a city, looking for anything useful.

Meanwhile, Nightmare begins to play.

Which means the sea becomes her womb.

Everything in a wide volume of the sea begins to obey her spreading will.

Dusts flow and enter a wide choreography. Everything alive in that domain rapidly flees the growing domination of that space, or is soon to be transformed into food for the body of a thing that has yet to be born.

I look at this process. It’s like a theater show, or fireworks, only slower and muted.

The leaves and flakes from the land join twirls and winds, movements carrying them around to transform them according to her will.

It’s as if god’s invisible hands were beginning to gather all the clays and materials lying around, in order to create something new here. Which is quite it really. Despite her name to which she lived up to previously, she’s far from being an entity I would call evil. And I’m curious to see what her new creation could be.

Rivers of dust rise into the water, above the buildings still standing. They coalesce into a growing globe of darkness.

She’s crafting an egg, an embryo.

And one that will be gigantic. I think she wants to attempt something bigger than Snake...

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I resurface and crawl into the herbs of Blume’s body. It’s comfy enough.

R – I think you awoke Night’s competitive side.

B – Have I?

R – I don’t know what she’s creating, but she wants it big.

B – She’s funny.

R – How do you feel?

B – I’m good, as long as you don’t plan a new war.

R – Nothing that dire yet. You can rest.

Blume hugs me. With vines. I know how she feels.

Meanwhile, Nightmare creates something new and big below the surface.

B – I bet on something bird like.

R – You’re not taking much risks hm? Well, she seemed confident I would be surprised by the result, so it’s hard for me to guess... Something aquatic?

Although I say that, it sounds very unlikely. And I can’t really picture anything more impressive than her last Sanïssia Snake. Her masterpiece in more ways than one.

Even if she simply made another one, half the size of the original, I would still be very impressed!

I can’t wait!

I’m laughing, excited in expectations.

~

Nightmare reappears as night falls, to eat with us and sleep. Of course she doesn’t want to spoil the surprise already.

N – How much blood would you give?

R – Maybe a litre?

N – And what about a child?

R – Ehr... It depends what’s the plan on that...

Nightmare ponders seriously for a moment about it. So it wasn’t just a mean tease to me?

She has come a long way in her relations to bodies and humanity still.

N – I’m crafting a creature that will be able to live freely and intelligently in this world and the next.

Ah... Something fluttered inside of me. I can almost grasp that frail petal of her evolution. Something new.

R – Will it be... Merely a creation, or a child to you?

For a split second, I saw her hesitation. I saw her transformation. Settling it for me.

N – I...

R – I will give you my child.

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