In the Beginning and high above, there

Soars amongst a Field of blue skies dotted with ivory clouds and sun-burst stars; sang aloud a perennial Angel like no other found in high Paradise: He is the Morning Star: the second bright star in heaven.

All around this singing Immortal spirit Nurse within dense layers of butter-milk clouds beam newly born orbs of electromagnetic plasma and magnetized gas. At their state these orbs of living fire release violent solar rays of heat plasma and comsic gas. Painting a golden radiance over an ancient city built with wood and stone. And Just below the threshold of his personal domain lay his Sanctuary.

The Morning star reaching this point inspects the progress of these Newly born lives as they dazzle like firefly’s dotting the halo disk of the almighty star. When fully matured these orbs of fire will journey for eternity across the ten dimensions: freezing worlds confined within unending night broadcast bewitching calls to draw them near. It is a holy song to Gods glory repeated and listened to throughout the cosmos since the natural world began.

The Morning Star remembering the first time he heard it’s call; what pride he felt then. Yet now at the Apex of time he hid his displeasure and ignores the song and purposely forgets the words. He with elegance and grace dips further beneath their majestic solar flares; sweeping himself threw a wipe lash of heat and dust. Next before him A single wave spanning a million miles across blocks his view; With swift he escapes the wall of fire and is guided by his august jet black wings; pushing his heights higher and higher; yet above he hears the black void below sing a song to him. For the Morningstar enjoyed flattery.

“Second brightest star, O favored son! We worship you, we worship you, we worship you.”

“How lovely!” He sways and leaps around the stars polar axis. Basking in the approaching toxic solar breeze, and when the moment felt right he started a dance along a wall of blue flame. Grasping in his right hand he held out his fingers towards a string of cosmic dust and with his left hand he lead a field of colorful radiation. They bend to his command and appear to dance. The second brightest star, perfect in beauty, steers this russet fire bouquet on a long waltz. in this moment he joyfully sways around and around amongst the back drop of colossal suns; yet even with their combined light not one outshined his light standing before the almighty star, God.