They spread across the Earth, like the light of the sun each morning, except these colors spread everywhere at once.
Everything worked in perfect harmony, each piece knowing its role, much like the cells of a body. These colors would give direction to the rest of the system.
----
T he Bynum's aura was blue, though it possessed no body yet. It would, in time, but for now it was a beacon. To grow into a truly physical form, it would need the strands to reach it, to grow over the piece of land that the Bynum possessed.
Its process was different than the Bynums currently growing out of the strands, just like the rest of those that floated across the nearly limitless skies. It was older than the ones now beginning to populate the ground beneath; it had lived before, on Bynimian, even before Morena's birth. It didn't remember everything, of course, not in this ephemeral state, but the strands would. The strands carried its DNA and when its blue aura reached the white, papery cords, the past would reunite with the present.
This was all in the future, though. It would come, but only after the Bynum directed the strands.
Currently, it hovered over a city, though it couldn't have known which one nor how big. It only sensed that there were no other Bynums near it, which was necessary. There were many colors floating across the world now, but not enough for them to congregate together, not if they wanted to spread adequately.
The Bynum descended, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting its orange fingers across the world. The night faded and the streets beneath the Bynum filled, though they hadn't truly been empty. The aura moved through the clouds, sinking steadily down.
It would need to wait when it reached the ground, though it didn't know for how long. It had waited a long time already, and so a little more didn't matter. It would wait; it would fulfill its role, and then it would be born again. Bynimian would be born again, and that was all that mattered.
The Bynum floated down past skyscrapers; the aura paid them no attention. It only needed to reach Earth. From there, everything else would take care of itself.
People may have looked out windows, seeing the oddly flat shaped color dropping from the sky at a leisurely pace. The Bynum didn’t notice. It possessed no knowledge of the world around it, having never colonized another planet. It only knew where it needed to be so that its mother could continue her creation.
The aura reached the pavement, falling just after a yellow taxi rolled over the asphalt. The Bynum landed softly, spreading into the tiny crevices and crannies of the road, the blue hue it brought with it slightly masked by the black beneath.
Another taxi rolled over the top of the Bynum, its driver clueless as to what was below.
The aura had found New York City.
10
After the Destruction of Bynimian
H elos only wanted to go to her daughter.
Even in this total darkness, her fear grew from a desperate need to help her daughter. Helos didn't know what was happening, only that nothing about this was right. Bynimian was gone, a lost planet with no history of its own. Perhaps creatures from other planets had written down its history, perhaps they would remember it, but those words were written by another hand. Not by a Bynum's.
Her daughter was alive though.
Morena was out there in the universe; Helos had been allowed to see her for a second, and what for? Why, just before throwing her into this darkness?
That wasn't all and Helos knew it. Something pulled on her. She could feel it, the slight drag on her ( consciousness? ) that said she was moving. Away from her daughter. Away from the spot in space where Bynimian once existed. She wanted her daughter but that didn't matter, because Helos wasn't in control.
Something else was.
Something that had shown Morena's distant light.
Didn't you know something would happen? Didn't you know, but let it be?
Of course she knew, but what could she
Everything worked in perfect harmony, each piece knowing its role, much like the cells of a body. These colors would give direction to the rest of the system.
----
T he Bynum's aura was blue, though it possessed no body yet. It would, in time, but for now it was a beacon. To grow into a truly physical form, it would need the strands to reach it, to grow over the piece of land that the Bynum possessed.
Its process was different than the Bynums currently growing out of the strands, just like the rest of those that floated across the nearly limitless skies. It was older than the ones now beginning to populate the ground beneath; it had lived before, on Bynimian, even before Morena's birth. It didn't remember everything, of course, not in this ephemeral state, but the strands would. The strands carried its DNA and when its blue aura reached the white, papery cords, the past would reunite with the present.
This was all in the future, though. It would come, but only after the Bynum directed the strands.
Currently, it hovered over a city, though it couldn't have known which one nor how big. It only sensed that there were no other Bynums near it, which was necessary. There were many colors floating across the world now, but not enough for them to congregate together, not if they wanted to spread adequately.
The Bynum descended, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting its orange fingers across the world. The night faded and the streets beneath the Bynum filled, though they hadn't truly been empty. The aura moved through the clouds, sinking steadily down.
It would need to wait when it reached the ground, though it didn't know for how long. It had waited a long time already, and so a little more didn't matter. It would wait; it would fulfill its role, and then it would be born again. Bynimian would be born again, and that was all that mattered.
The Bynum floated down past skyscrapers; the aura paid them no attention. It only needed to reach Earth. From there, everything else would take care of itself.
People may have looked out windows, seeing the oddly flat shaped color dropping from the sky at a leisurely pace. The Bynum didn’t notice. It possessed no knowledge of the world around it, having never colonized another planet. It only knew where it needed to be so that its mother could continue her creation.
The aura reached the pavement, falling just after a yellow taxi rolled over the asphalt. The Bynum landed softly, spreading into the tiny crevices and crannies of the road, the blue hue it brought with it slightly masked by the black beneath.
Another taxi rolled over the top of the Bynum, its driver clueless as to what was below.
The aura had found New York City.
10
After the Destruction of Bynimian
H elos only wanted to go to her daughter.
Even in this total darkness, her fear grew from a desperate need to help her daughter. Helos didn't know what was happening, only that nothing about this was right. Bynimian was gone, a lost planet with no history of its own. Perhaps creatures from other planets had written down its history, perhaps they would remember it, but those words were written by another hand. Not by a Bynum's.
Her daughter was alive though.
Morena was out there in the universe; Helos had been allowed to see her for a second, and what for? Why, just before throwing her into this darkness?
That wasn't all and Helos knew it. Something pulled on her. She could feel it, the slight drag on her ( consciousness? ) that said she was moving. Away from her daughter. Away from the spot in space where Bynimian once existed. She wanted her daughter but that didn't matter, because Helos wasn't in control.
Something else was.
Something that had shown Morena's distant light.
Didn't you know something would happen? Didn't you know, but let it be?
Of course she knew, but what could she
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