Broken Pillrs fall Deep

A pillar stands in the middle of an empty room with no windows and no door. Glorious vastness in the deathly expanse of solitude. The pillar is cracked by time chiseling away at its pristine weather blown face. From within the cracks a spirited light echoes, breathing blue and white with pristine clarity. And like the song of a thousand angels and spirits singing out of the clouds, the cracks widen and are overrun by the pulsing beauty contained within their field. The empty room, once dull and damp with death and decay reeking on its face, is now full to overflowing with liquid light of blue and white where the pillar once stood with its cracks all in stone. And forth from the light steps a little naked figure. Her skin soft and pristine, glowing with pale beauty and perfection. Her billowing hair of green, brown, gold and silver, speaking softly as her eyes linger on her surroundings. Her little hands, poised in caution, with simple curves of bending light. Her silken wings, out stretched greeting the world that is hers and ours as one. Her face, gentle like the clouds, and warm like the sea, welcoming hope and joy. Born from the collision of time and space, she glides softly onto the new made earth beneath her tiny feet. She walks with floating strides over the solid foundation of our world, and plants a seed in a patch of raw soil. She steps back from the patch of raw soil to watch the seed of life sprout and grow into the figure of a man. Shedding her wings, she joins him in the world she made for him from the pillar that fell in the dead of the night.