What Is It Like
A child is born. When a child is born life is created and possibilities collide into another string of consciousness in the rope of reality. When a child is born my people are remade, and recycled into another messenger and decider for this child. We must make sure it follows the rules of this universe and that their time ends when scheduled.
My second child was born and I’ve already missed two decades of its life. Nonetheless I am overwhelmed with what some call joy. There is no need to feel sorrow for the events I was not there for. I suppose I can watch those later once her time is up.
I take a gaze into the present and fly through the empty space that separated me and my child. Clouds, atmosphere and entities pass me by as I finally am able to see her. A million questions pop into my mind. What do they call her? What type of human is she? What does she look like? I