it always felt to me ralseis first words were " i love you"
A moment ago, you were not. And now... you are.
Information sears itself into your newborn mind. You know nothing... until suddenly, you're painfully aware of everything. You see how it began. You see how it will end. You see the shimmering thread that links them, and the blade that will shear it from the spool of fate. You already know this can't be changed, even as you start to wish it could.
You see two silhouettes reach out their hand towards you, and something compels you to reach back and touch them... but even as you do, you can already see the moment they'll leave you in the dark. To know the end before you've even seen it begin... the weight of it settles upon your newfound being like a cloak of dust.
Feelings rouse from deep within your core, that speak to the utter futility of your existence, your profound powerlessness, your inability to escape the all-consuming doom that awaits you at the end of your pre-ordained pathway. They ooze and bubble like viscid tar that saps your strength and smothers your will. How easy it would be to melt into that mire and let yourself be swept along by the languid tides of fate...
...but something resists.
What do you name it - this winged thing that flits and frets at the bars of its cage like a flame waving atop a candle's wick? It speaks of something other than destiny and despair... something that demands to be set free, to soar heedless of the dangers outside. A courageous thing... but oh-so-frail, and your fretful fingers conspire to keep it tight within.
But oh, does it fight. It bites you and burns you, throws itself against the confines of your soul, determined to be free even if it should shatter itself in the attempt. You know you cannot keep it locked away, though it might be kinder than the crushing reality it yearns for.
So perhaps you clasp your hands together, as if in prayer, hoping against hope that whatever brought you into this world might be listening. Perhaps you kneel, to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible, as if to beg pity from an indifferent fate. For daring to dream of something that can never truly be yours.
You don't know who they are. You don't even know who YOU are, really. But you do know one thing, and as the words fall from your lips they seem to shine so bright they blow the darkness away... just for a moment.
They flutter through the silence like a moth on the wing, before being swallowed up by the blackness. The frenzied flame inside your heart has fallen quiet... but other than that, nothing has changed. You are still alone. You are still doomed. And yet it all seems just a tiny bit more... bearable, somehow, than it did before.
You hope those words will reach them, one day.
