(Quick author's note: This is a short story I've been working on for some time. Parts/chapters of the story are separated into what I call 'movements' to enhance the musical theme of the piece. This is dedicated to the masses we have sung at our annual masterpiece concerts~
Anyhow, enjoy. I don't know how long it'll be yet. We'll see.)
What I remember is being born on a cloud long ago in the sky of a concealed world. It was a magnificently high place, and the melancholic and longing color of blue haunted me in my subconscious dreaming every day I slept. I became the brightest of stars at night—a patient, sleepless eremite—and when the sun emerged from the hills into the horizon, I became invisible. Of course, I expected it when it came, so I never lamented whenever I was unable to be seen, for I knew my turn to shine naturally occurred for each dusk that silently crept over the world.
This was the beginning of time. At least for me, in my contemplative recollection, the universe began here; it might have already existed before, in fact. It may have always been this bustling, this mysterious, this free even before I arrived, but the only thing that mattered to me, if not a little conceited, was that I existed now and I didn’t before. This remained the only thing I knew for an undetermined amount of time. I named this state of everlasting tranquility ‘the Balance.’
Yes; the Balance remained as the stability of all space and matter and everything in between, and I thrived in this peace since the moment I was brought into it. However, as the maxim goes, “Nothing in this world lasts forever.”
Once upon a time, the Balance lurched and faltered, and I felt the weight of gravity for the first time in my enigmatic life.