The Never Ending Tails
A Perfect Song Framed with Silence

In thisgodless multiverse, life first strived in Arcadia. It was of no surprise thatthe first heralds of the Goddesses and the Gods would be chosen there.

Arcadia hadcountless species, all of them reached a level of sentience that put them asequals. They replenished themselves from their contact with the planet itself,feeding of the vibrations of the basic elements.

Thespecies never acquired a drive for conflict due to the simple and automaticfulfillment of their most basic needs. Instead they evolved toward complexityand ironically, acquired more and more features that created similaritiesbetween them. Their drive to belong transcended the species they belonged toand pushed evolution toward a global singularity, but in which every individualwas unique.

By thetime, far away in the cosmos when Earth started to foster simple life forms,the Arcadians became a hive society of an infinite complexity that advanced tothe point of almost perfection in countless disciplines, sciences, spiritualtiesand much more. Everything in arcadia was sublimed to the point of artisticecstasy, but nothing was more the subject of that sublimation than love. Afterall, love was the drive of all the exponential evolution of the Arcadians.

TheArcadians were almost wiped away in a fraction of a second. All because of thefoolishness of one of them: the very first Avatar of the god of Silence.

His namewas Asamith, like all the Arcadians he bared only one name. Asamith had thebody of a man. Two little blue horns on his forehead, silver feathers aroundhis neck and the spiral shaped pupils of his deep golden eyes were the onlycharacteristics that made him different of any homo sapiens.

Asamith used to be versed in many of the higharts of Arcadia, but saw more in art than just show, he saw action,possibility, and change. Asamith studied time and pushed the field to itsextreme. He theorized the existence of a multiverse and wrote epic poems toillustrate his perceptions. He remained an echo in the overwhelming business ofArcadian scientific art.

Everythingchanged when Asamith decided to drop the theory and the art for directexperience. He couldn’t get any support as everyone he ever solicited believedthat time among few other things should never be tempered with, that it willdisrupt the global balance, and that he would be the target of thecounterbalance.

Asamithwas convinced of the necessity of his work; he believed that the knowledge ofsuch fundamentals is necessary for a continual stepping forward and for aneternal expansion of Arcadia. He looked for the most hidden arts of all, whatthe Arcadians called the way of the wave, what earthlings would describe asmagic.

In his unconventionalresearches, Asamith learned of stories of a Multiverse that predates the one hebelonged to. It is told to be a space where entities that embodied the will ofLight, Void, Music, Silence, Order, and Chaos roamed affecting the trajectoriesof countless planets and mingling with the process of life, causing greatnessor despair in their changing tendencies.

Thestories always ended the same way. That multiverse was in the way of a completeassimilation by the World Eater, a rogue planet inhabited by the spirit ofcountless machines, eating away everything to fully understanding it. Asamithnever liked those ends whenever he stumbled upon them in his research. He feltalmost personally targeted for his own drive for knowledge.

After sixyears of pursuing the way of the wave, Asamith learned the fundamentals of thebasic elements, the power of the contradiction, and the multiplicity of realityamong many other alternative skills.

When hefelt he was ready to face the temporal singularity, he started a ritual inorder to achieve a point of complete temporal vision. He stood in a spiralwhere he summoned up two temporal vortexes spinning in opposite directions, onefrom past to future, and the other from future to past. He never felt moreafraid during his entire existence than at that moment; he closed his eyes andconnected the vortexes with himself, standing as the link.

His beingshattered in every moment of all time combined in one single instant. In themiddle of all, he stood in the spiral in a point where time wasn’t runninganymore. He saw around him, the light of the disk he was standing on was fadingaway, divided into countless little pieces that kept on going forever in thedarkness.

Hecouldn’t think of anything, it was like everything he ever knew lost allimportance during that moment. Then a voice rose in his head, in the light, andall around in every shuttered second of every reality he was projected in.

“Asamithof Arcadia, you have been chosen to hear the eternal silence behind the musicof time. You have been chosen to witness the unseen nature of time, and as ofnow, you will be the herald of Silence, and the emissary of its God onArcadia.”

Asamithremained silent a moment, digesting the words, his judgment came back to him,and he talked back to the voice:

“ThisMultiverse is orphan of those gods of Old, why should I serve one of them?”

The voiceinstantly responded back:

“Only onewho believes in servitude would see it as serving. You opened the door toSilence, and Silence you bear, what you do of it is up to you, but rememberthat you are as much Silence as Silence is you now.”

The voicefaded away and so did all sounds around leaving only white noise. Reality cameback to Asamith, but all its Music was muted

Asamith wasn’tthe first Herald of the Gods on Arcadia. A year prior to his own contactwith the God of silence, another Arcadian was Chosen by the Goddess of Music.Her name was Medaley.

Medaleyhad hair of light, shining of different shades in accordance to her moods; itswayed mostly from orange to red, sometimes turning to dark purple when shefelt awful. She had eyes that looked like a summer afternoon’s sky filled withconstellations surrounding her star shaped pupils. Everyone on Arcadia wouldagree that her beauty was something that can only be thought to be transcendingevery convention, a uniqueness that makes one wonder if the vision of her istrue or a divine epiphany translated in a mystification of their senses.

Looks werenot nearly the most important aspects of what made Medaley unique. Medaley wasthe leading authority in many advanced fields, mainly dealing with pragmatics,economics, and long term expansionism of Arcadia. Medaley’s contribution in thehard sciences of Arcadia lead to the establishment of space missions enablingthe spread of the Arcadians beyond their world.

Medaleydeveloped the technology to harnest the Void of space to be used as fuel forthe engines of habitable World-crafts and provide the necessary means forcommunities of Arcadians to survive beyond their home world. She received thehighest honors for her achievement, but it also put her on the spot and she wasforced to see her mind become a resource for the interest of everyone but her.

Medaleywas appointed as head of the eternal survival program; a planet wide projectthat aimed at formulating a consistent plan that would bring the risk of life’sextinction to 0%. She never has been so excited to work on such a colossalproject, and on the same time, she cursed the day she got involved in it for itwas taking away every second of her life.

She had to manage and critic countlesstheories and projects, and most of them had no long term value. Her assessmentwas always right, but after two months of leadership work, she started hatingany kind of conversation with her colleagues as they were always trying to pleafor their pet projects. She always showed them with precise realism why theirideas weren’t worth the trouble nor the resources.

After sixmonths of work for the eternal survival program, she assigned a communicationmanager to act as a buffer while she focused on concretizing the plans she wasworking on, and that she was sure would make the impossible goal of theorganization a tangible reality. She crafted the theory of wavelength energywhich summed up the whole process of life in term of a variable in the globalequation of universal energy.

She drewthe conclusion that the motion of the wavelengths that composed the universalenergy were the very source of the flow of time, time according to Medaley waslike a symphony with the physics of the universe working as instrumentsproducing that symphony. Her plan was to access the base line of that symphonyand put a permanent arrangement that would work as a safe keep for thefrequency of life.

Sheengineered a machine that encrypted all of life’s wave signatures and mixedthem to create a singularity, a static song in the symphony that once initiatedwill always create the conditions for life to be sustained.

As themachine finished acquiring the raw data and entered the phase of encryption,Medaley noticed fluctuations that she didn’t anticipate in the readings, andignoring all caution, entered the contained room where the experiment washappening. The machine finished the encryption exactly when the door closedbehind her.

She feltlike all her life past, present and future superposed at that exact moment,everything she ever experienced became clear to her as a very specific patternthat evolved in accordance to very clear rules and circumstances. She startedto be aware of more than just that, she also started seeing and feeling thealternatives, all the possible worlds of the multiverse, all connected in anundying tree of which the deepest roots were in direct contact with the highestleafs, and she was at the center of it all. The noise surrounding Medalaystarted shifting, concretizing, following a rhythm until becoming aheartwarming melody.

A voiceaccompanied the melody following its rhythm: “Have no fear, for your heartsings in union with the eternal music. You have been chosen to carry thisundying song to your people.”

Medaleycalmly asked: “Who are you?”

“The voicewithin the Music of time, but also your voice, as you and me are one, and yeteach of us exists in different places.”

“I am aperson of science, I’ll verify those words, but for now I’ll take them astruth. Everything in me tells me to be suspicious, and yet I feel I can trustyou”

“Ourvoices will converse again, but for now; I wish you all the best, ô Herald ofthe divine music.”

Medaley’sperception slowed down gradually, she lost her consciousness of the multiverse,getting back to reality, but still hearing the undying melody.

Medaleyfelt no need in pressuring herself achieving the unachievable anymore, sheoffered her demission from her position, and took on traveling, following themusic wherever it lead her. She was feeling like if she was carrying all ofArcadia on her shoulders, but as soon as she got away from that job, thatweight suddenly disappeared.

The onlyreason Arcadia survived the doom it almost went through was because Medaley wasable to save Asamith from himself, stopping ‘theMoment’ from happening andswallowing all of Arcadia’s time.

Medaley’stravel led her directly to where Asamith lived, the two of them met in anincredible collision of circumstances. A spark instantly ignited since thefirst time they met, an odd feeling that the other wasn’t really unknown, butcloser than what the facts led to believe. During that moment, Medaley wasfinally able to hear the silence again while Asamith’s white noise shifted to areassuring Melody.

Asamithwas afraid to never be able to hear Medaley’s song again, and the fear of thatidea brought resolve in his heart to go through the ceremony again, to try toreach for ‘the Moment’. Medaleywas about to travel away to another part of Arcadia, but felt that Asamith wasabout to commit the biggest mistake of their history, so she stayed andfollowed the Melody all the way to where he was. As she forced the door to hisimprovised temple, he stopped the ritual at the very last moment.

“What youare about to do will not make things better for you nor for anybody on Arcadia,What you are about to do will extinguish all hope for all life on this planet!”She said directing her intense starry gaze toward him.

Asamithnoticed the dark purple of her hair and felt a wave of disappointment, fear,anger and much more coming from her. He dropped to his knees

“I can’thandle the Silence anymore, I know that I have to serve it, that I have tofulfill its will, but I can’t live back in it once I heard the music of yoursoul…”

“You arenot the only one to live with a burden, the melody always follows me, there isno more silence in my life anymore, do you know how that can feel? It is justas hard!”

Asamithgot on his feet then moved toward her.

“I will beglad to frame your song with silence if you are willing to fill my silence withyour melody…” he said those words while crossing her gaze, but as soon as hewas done saying them, he felt embarrassed, and looked away while his face wasturning crimson.

“I can’tgive any guarantee on how available I could be for such a demand,” Medalay saida bit nervous. She barely knew Asamith, but she still felt how complementarythey were.

Asamithtook her hand before saying, “No need for guarantees, whatever suits you wouldsuit me, just knowing that I will see you again will keep me alive forever.”

The twowere looking deep into each other’s eyes, a perfect song framed with silenceplayed as they shared a kiss, as their two beings became one; they shared amoment far more intense than the one that almost caused the doom of Arcadia.Their Moment was a song of an eternal love betweenelements that crossed all the layers of reality.