The coming of the fire

A Man with branches and leaves for flesh and blood came to me one day in the market, he said “I come from a faraway land, east of the Nihil river, where a god rest after it fell down from the skies” In that place, where the sand is black as night, under gargantuan pillars of stone an old labyrinth is craved on the stone, the remains of an ancient city lay down on the mother rock, which their engineers, old and wise, have built eons ago. The old one take me from my home and drove me across the dessert on forty days and forty nights, my parents although they were worried could not go looking for me not a single day because the local Deems demanded that the crops were not lefts unattended not for even a minute. When we arrive in the lands where the nights are eternal I felt that the cosmos and the stars were dancing around us, contorting around itself and weaving strings with each other, the cosmos welcome me in all of his glory, taking care of me from that point on. The star were guiding our path, aligned themselves to mark us the location of the black temple that await for us, there the broken Stone pillars belonging to a passed civilization guide us to a Split path, one way was to the black ziggurat tall as a titan, and the other path descended into the void of the black underworld, that with hidden paths and subterfuge kept undisturbed from the outside world and the most inflexible minds.
We walk downstairs illuminated by a dim yellow light that the legends say that drives men crazy. During almost two hours we walk down until the breach were we came, that serves as a guide to the outside world and enlighten a few meters with the silver moonlit and the bright star was no longer visible, Only but a dot in the black distance, enticing me to give up the path that I was going to take from that moment unless I want to be swallowed whole by the darkness. I had to walk down with great careful, because the Stone stairs didn’t have any kind of railing and beyond that it was something that even to this day describe as an endless abyss, so I stick to the wall and began to try as hard as I can to not look down. When I touched the walls I manage to identify some symbols and hieroglyphs on the Wall. You two would never believe the things that were written there, Little I understand it actually, the old one only have forty days to teach me to read Farsi, the language of the ancient sand dwellers. But from what I could understand the ancient bas relief illustrated an ancient breed of people living in those basalt cities, gazing up to the stars, waiting for the ancient gods of something that they called Great Beyond came back. In it they were great gods in huge metal ships that came down to this earths and bless they followers, insufflating life to the earth with their powerful words, or death if their followers didn’t acknowledge their desires. The thousands of years walls talk about how many of them made the oceans their yearning homes, hiding hundreds of miles were no one could see them, while some other said that they in fact died and their children are worshiped as the now ruling gods of the mortal realms, like Asamite the Infinite Light, Gargentis the Catcher In the Rain, or Aurelia the Storm ruler of the seas.
Finally, before leaving the gods impart the knowledge of their language to the ancient humanoids living in the great basalt cities so they could influence the imperfect and finite mortal world with them. When all traces of them were complete lost the ancient engineers cameo out of their subterranean cities and repopulate the earth with their kin, their bodies change and evolve and all vestiges of what once had been…was lost forever in time, until now it seems.
The Nar´Vanti, the ancient sand dwellers dedicate their entire lives to learn the language that this “Primeval beings” learned too, and so man learned to name all the gods that in this day and age still worship. The Nar´Vanti that came with me said that from the moment that he firs laid eyes on me he know that I had the strength and courage to learn the word, that I will learned and dominate it completely. From that point on the bas reliefs became very confusing being more and more ancient, like if the dwellers decide that from that point on they will keep on erecting their mosaics until they can reach to the surface, with the exact same space and earth to dig in order to come out of underground when they get into that point in history. I couldn’t understand not a single word of form in the pictographs, everything became too much extraterrestrial and dense to me, giving me headaches if I look carefully in them.
I was nearly at the limit of my strength, hours had passes since my last meal and the only thing I could do was to travel down, the confidence was killing and betraying me at every step, it was a matter of time to fall down defeated to a certain death, my nose bleed a couple of times when I couldn’t comprehend the bas at a point that my mind almost split broken and a white noise entered thru my ears and began to kill me slowly and painfully, i felt that the darkness was trying to reclaim me, but I stand up, deciding that I want to see the end of the bas relief to acknowledge the “ultimate truth”, the beginning of our world and our place in the cosmos. Not even my grandparents talked much about the Nar´Vanti, what to my Young head let know that them and for extension the whole subterranean complex was much more ancient and far away in time that the most ancient number that I could think of even if in twelve life’s the only thing I do was to count from the very beginning.
Finally a dim light pinpoint what apparently was the end of the stairs, another yellow torch dancing in the blackness of the unknown. When time became a completely alien concept to me I manage to arrive at the end of the bas relief, in there some word laid dormant inscribed in a stone tablet that the Nar´Vanti Avdol Hazred light up for me. The ancient words send me to a deep trances, where with undead figures that peek out from time to time in the corner of my eyes I dances until there was no part of my body that wasn’t covered in sweat and my throat was dry, and I dance, pranced and I sang with them, seeing myself illuminated by fire, werewolves howling not to a moon, but to an eclipse, a ship being swing in the waves and blood and pleasure mixing in a hurricane of death that swallow everything. The cosmos embraced me and I corresponded, like if it was already written, Set in the same Stone as this infinite black city under the sands and finally I had the power to pass the pages and read everything the universe had to offer me in this mortal coil.
When I wake up new sensations take over my body, in a mix of a deep stun, dizziness and a complete renaissance of my energies. I felt that new energies where part of my soul, in my body, but they had not yet settled complete, nor I know how to call them forth. In my mind is in bits what I dreamt that night, to the things I saw when I open the eyes to the infinity of the cosmos and could see things that only eons ago existed what would be in this galaxy I the future, the thing that ignores times and is and is not at the same time, been in everywhere when we don’t see it and in only one place when we see it.
Finally from the remotes antipodes of my mind the name that I see inscribed in the Stone was once again revealed to me, Carcosa, and they made me promise that one day I would come back. From his belongings Avdol gave me a wooden staff, carved from the same tree that he was born, with the name of my entire family tree inscribed unto it in Farsi, the new language that I was about to adopt. He said “at least half of the pupils can descend the stone stairs, but half of the half manage to attach enough to their bodies to not leave it behind when their mind ascend to the stars for a moment, getting lost in the cosmos and getting caught as comets in the sky later because they don’t miss their mortal coil”. He finally said that the world was going to reveal to me the truth to the universe but only if I was willing to listen, as flexible and changing like the flames, as fuel for my growth the rage, lust, love, ambition, the warmth and might. From that moment on I was a daughter of the fire.