ambiencespectrum:

The universe likes to repeat itself, to try the same song
over and over but in a different key each time. A serenade to existence that
never changes its score, and somehow is brand new every time it begins again.

He comes back pale as snow, she comes back dark as night-
they swap the next time around. They come back every shade in between the two,
and sometimes in greys, rainbow blood flowing through them and bright orange
horns atop their heads.

They grow up together, crammed into an apartment with a man
who loves neither of them, pushes both of them, to be better, stronger, faster,
too quick to the draw to be killed by an inevitable doomsday rushing towards
them- in that world they’re scarred and scared and never admit it, keeping the
truth of things from even themselves, tangled up in beds they don’t need to
share and dreading the next time something creaks outside their door, only
trusting each other and even then hardly breathing a sincere word to one
another-

They grow up together, again, spaced out in a house that has
too many doors and too few people, cold but not uncared for, alone but not
isolated, acting out and acting like kids, while their guardian drinks herself
into oblivion, too scared to look at their faces directly and know the day the
world ends is coming for them all too soon- in that world they’re together,
they talk, they share, but there remains a barrier, a miscommunication, no one
ever taught them how to be open, to be honest-

They meet when they’re adults, when they’re on the way to
success, dressed in finery and fought for riches, a director and writer sizing
each other up, questioning each other’s merit in their field, trading barbs and
probes and tipping their glasses to one another in the end- in that world they
know the end is coming, they know they’re going to fail, but they fight and
they struggle and they try to warp the set future of time with weapons and
strength that isn’t even half a god’s power, and they fail and fall and fall in
love as they do-

They’re neighbors, and he hides from her, he wants after
her, and she’s intrigued by him, interested in his secrets, his mind and skills
and dumb hobbies, her blood placing her so far above the lowblood foolish
enough to build a hive so close to the sea border and yet she wants him- in that world she is brutal
and terrifying and will outlive him by centuries, and he’s resistant, afraid,
he’s a mutant freak and knows he’s going to die before he manages to leave more
than half a mark on the world, and their hands join more than once, they hold
on as long as they can, and when the day comes and the drones are set on him,
she bares her fangs and needles and roars in the face of the empire for trying
to take what is hers and only hers-

They’re raised apart, she in an isolated house that is
filled with love that never connects, cold and alone and pretending she’s not,
and he in a city that burns, that blisters, trapped in a cage that is riddled
with tracks from restless pacing, unloved and not sure why, never understanding
why he doesn’t measure up- in that world they ascend, they rise above it, they’re
children thrust into battle and turned into tools for the universe’s
continuation, the next step, and they burn together on a suicide mission, a one
way trip that they knew might not work but we’re willing to do it anyway, hands
clasped together as everything bleeds searing green and all they have left is
their faith and barely hidden love-

They win the game, they grow up, they find people they love
and who love them and they get to see a future that’s bright and good and are
given everything they wanted. They’re gods and eternal and happy, but the universe treks on, and nothing is forever-

Reset.

The universe starts again.

They’re born, and grow, and they find each other again.

They always do.

And so repeats the melody.