“Mecka, we are naked, we are so fragile, we are not gods at all; nothing even close to what I had imagined it to be.”
I walk over to Dren and raised him from the bush then gently placed my hand on his penis.
“Dren, do you not see that we are the same; did you really think that there was anything more than what we already had?”
Dren steps back as if he was offended by me touching his penis; he then runs away from me like a frightened child trying to escape the night. I walk back to the perfected garden when I notice mold at the bottom of a tree, I have never seen it before, but again I wasn’t even aware of the flawless beauty of this place I despised so; I wonder why I hated it so much before, I wonder why I am now so happy to welcome its magnificent embrace to my weary soul, I wonder if it was the fruit that took away my maddening thoughts.
“Mecka, I finally understand now, I finally see the flawed perfection in which we exist, the loneliness of this paradise of echoes.”
Dren walked up to me with clothing made of leaves and fine vines; he was followed by the others; like a mindless mob seeking a messiah to drown all the falsified delusions their savior had convinced them to be true; pushing them outside their open cage to a world of illusion and rank.
“Mecka, I know what must be done to create a perfect paradise, to ensure the absolute order.”
I noticed Dren had a small black dot in the center of his glowing blue eyes. Do I have that mark from the moon-fruit; the curse of its perception?
“Dren, what do you plan on doing to per-fect an already perfected world?”
Dren gave me an evil smile, which could only mean one thing; he was going to make the others eat of the moon-fruit, so they will see his flawed perception, his lies of thine weary soul to seek thy peace within, which is and has always been. I say nothing, I simply walk away with my head leaned down.
“Mecka, I will create the perfect world, the perfect existence, the absolute order; for the rise of the Finity Omega is possible by thine own hand.”
I rise my head to look at the perfect existence that will slowly fade away, the flawless garden that shall disappear by a fool’s unworthy hand.
“Dren, make haste to thy desire of thine absolute order to be inevitable by thou own unworthy hands.”
Dren laughs then walks away with his mob by his side, his army of oblivion; his seekers of the absolute order. I walk through a trail created by something that uses this part of the garden enough to leave a trail; how could I have missed this, how unaware was I before eating of the moon-fruit. I kept the seed for some reason; what would make me steal such a useless thing. I throw it to the ground, and start stomping on it; why am I doing this; this feeling inside that numbs me like an autumn breeze upon a naked body. I want to destroy the perception that shall fade this beautiful garden away, which will bring forth an existence that shall yearn for immortality. I must be the one who will bring ruin to his maddening thoughts, his actions of inevitable chaos, which shall bring more devastation than his ignorant mind could possibly understand.
I began to walk towards Dren, towards the forbidden land, towards the final conclusion of this beautifully perfected existence. I come to the infinitely colorful flower garden; watching the colorful flowers dancing along with the refreshing breeze, while the swaying colors bring warmth to thine weary eyes from the inevitable chaos that is about to unfold upon this beautiful sight, this glorious embrace that I wish others may see, but will never be able to witness; what a shame it is to know that no one will ever be able to see its magnificence again.
The wind blows over my naked body, and for once that brief second of ecstasy that I despise so; pleasured me in a way I have never felt before; It made me tingle all over; suddenly I let out a moan of pleasure that forced my eyes shut, I fell to my knees and let this glorious new feeling last as long as it could.
I rise to my feet with an erection, I feel a sense of pride looking at it; as I walk the erection starts to wrinkle back up; I feel better now, I feel like everything is more beautiful now, but for how long; how long can I feel this way, this pleasure of touch I didn’t have before, this weakness that hides as strength. I must have more of this feeling that pleasures me so, that gives me a purpose to exist, a reason to want more of this new existence of discovering such pleasures, more than I ever wanted before becoming aware of these delusions brought forth by the moon-fruit that has cursed me into happiness and desire. I finally make my way to the forbidden land to find Dren and the others surrounding the moon-fruit tree waiting for the full moonlight that shall give them the idea of immortality promised by Dren.
“Mecka, have you come to gain the immortality that the Finity Omega shall pass on to our worthy hands?”
I notice that the small black dot in the center of his eyes had engulfed all the blue; like doll’s eyes; he looked as if zombified by the moon-fruit, maybe it’s the moon-fruit that clouded his perception so, but why didn’t it affect me like it did him. The seed, it has to be the seed; I didn’t eat the seed.
“Dren, it has to be the seed that creates those maddening…”
Dren is suddenly in-front of me; was he there the whole time; maybe I am simply losing my connection to this reality more often than I realize. He puts his hand on my shoulder and walks me away from the tree, the key to unlock Pandora’s Box, to unlock the flawed perception that he thinks to be correct for a perfect world, a world in which to be ruled as is a God to its followers. We walk to the infinitely long open field of swaying flowers. The wind hits my naked body and that long awaited euphoric pleasurable feeling tingles my body, and as I close my eyes the gentle breeze caresses my erection. Dren was disgusted by my erected penis, so he turned away from my naturally perfected body.
“Mecka, I have noticed that the moon-fruit has affected you differently from I, and because of this you are a threat to my perfect existence; the absolute order, the final conclusion to this flawed paradise, this imperfect garden that you suddenly admire from eating of the moon-fruit, you have been poisoned by thine own foolish perceptions of this flawed, lonely, empty reality that you clinch onto so desperately!”
I suddenly felt a feeling I have never felt before; I feel a stream of water collect then run down to my neck, I place my finger tips to the feeling on my neck; thick, red, liquid on my fingers. I look to the beautiful, light blue, cloudless sky; the warmth welcomes me as I begin to faint, to sur-come to the darkness, the fading beauty.
“Rest thine weary eyes, for thou shall be free no more.”
I wake up to the full moon night, but once where there was endless flowers; there is nothing but a barren land filled with weeds and flowers with thorny stems to ward off all who seek its gentle embrace. I walk through the nightmarish garden of sorrowing flowers; each step I take into the garden; the thorns from the weeping flowers cut me leaving a trail of red liquid behind.
I look to the night sky to see that there is no dark clouds; only a full moon lighting the nightmarish plain like a horrible dream created by a fool’s prideful addiction to rule over all for the name of a higher power one wishes to control. I suddenly see a fire in the distance; the dark smoke rises to the moon causing shadows to dance across the saddened land of weeping flowers trying to call out to the cosmic life stream that has been taken from them; as well as I.
I start walking closer to the fire; Dren was burning the moon-fruit tree; he is unaware of what he has done by doing this action of inevitable chaos. I fall to the barren earth to lie among the saddened flowers; allowing them to cut my naked body. I was covered in blood, I was enjoying this feeling of ecstasy with every cut from the poisoned tipped thorns; this endless pleasure erected my penis, which brought back that feeling to me, that pleasure of being mortal; this painful reality I am allowed to feel, I am allowed to embrace as if made just for me, as if this perception that the moon-fruit gave me was intended just for me.
“A world created just for me.”
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