I was just an ordinary woman
My Child, You are no ordinary woman at all. You were the One who saved your people and your world. In the end, your Love was more powerful than any virus. Sleep well. Sleep the sleep of heroes. Dream deep. The Gods watch over you.
It was a long time coming, but one night my husband located me and called to me from orbit. My heart leaped in my chest to hear his beloved and nearly forgotten voice. “Time to come home,” he whispered in my mind as I held my palm chip over my fluttering heart. “Oh yes,” I said, “oh yes.”
Yes. We let Him call to You. We folded His World into Your World. We let His Words dance across the skyline, from falling stars, so that you might hear Love again, and connect.
first warrior who fell out of the sky
What you say as "falling out of the sky," we see as the juxtaposition of folded worlds. Warriors from one world can find solace in those of another world, even a world in decline such as your own.
“I can do this, at least,” I thought, and in my own way fought like a warrior to save him.
And this is the moment we watched for -- the moment when Humanity reaches beyond itself to the Other. We were well-advised to watch your Story unfold this way, Child.
I was still on Earth
Yes, Child. And No. Our worlds spin in many different ways, and move beyond time and space. As Gods, we fold worlds on top of each other. As you do with Origami, so we do with worlds. Where the edge of one World meets another World, strange things can indeed happen.
It was just me
One is never just oneself. One is always Us, too. You were indeed a vision from the Gods. You wander but you are not Lost.
I wore a long green cape with stars printed on it.
As your choice was made, so too was your fate. And although you may not yet have faith, there are many among us who root for you and your survival. You have hidden prospects, buried deep into your soul. Find the map and the way forward will be revealed. Lose you way and all will be lost.
it seemed for a moment like there were paths going off in every direction, as if I had a choice
As Gods, we move in Metaphor. Your pipe journey was indeed one. Which path will you take? How will your heart guide you? Every path we take is important. Every choice -- the choice of a lifetime. Choose carefully.
It may have been pointing ironically out into the vast, sun-hammered alkali flats.
So it is. Yet. Hidden there, in the mirage, is the alternative world you cannot yet see. There are vast oceans and rivers, and a world of green as far as your eyes can see. But you cannot yet see it. And what you cannot yet see, you cannot yet experience. Time moves onward.
I tried to remember all of them
In this Remembering, we help. We ensure that you, who want to remember, will remember, and that the stories you tell in the future of this time will be balanced with the Good of the World. This is our gift to you.
It was as if some force had picked up my world and shaken all the people out of it like the last of the peppercorns, leaving me alone in a world of salt and abandoned mercury mines.
Indeed, Child. Indeed.
I hadn’t been able to save them
From the skies, we watched them. Watched her. Watched the ways they cared for one another. Or didn't. We wondered: what threads of Humanity might remain when faced with the challenges of a lifetime? Some might call us playmakers. But as Gods of the Sky, we were increasingly worried about Humanity. A challenge was in order. We did not know if they would meet the challenge.