The Sleeping World
Skald of the Void-The Age of Remembrance II
And after the first veil was drawn across eternity,
the newborn world drifted in silence—
unwritten, unshaped,
a canvas of sleeping potential.
The earth had no mountains yet,
no forests whispering to the wind,
no rivers threading memory through stone.
It was a sphere of possibility,
a field waiting for its song.
Form had not yet chosen its shape.
The deep stretched without boundary,
a vast ocean of dark intelligence
beneath the newborn sky.
And darkness covered the waters
not as enemy,
but as womb.
For darkness is the chamber of becoming,
the quiet workshop of the unseen.
Within its velvet silence
the codes of matter gathered like sleeping seeds.
Atoms dreamed of mountains.
Light dreamed of stars.
Even time itself waited at the threshold,
a patient clock with no numbers yet written.
To be continued…