Phase of Sadness
Home of Angels and stories from my world.
We found Angels. We destroyed them. We made our own.
Here, as a seeker, I catalogue their existence.
In our lives we experience emotions. Before the time of man-made Angels, we would have these emotions recorded like scripture on the wings of our protectors.
Described as Phases, these emotions are what make us real.
When we found them, they took up space. To create a new record, we had to burn the old ones.
In our hubris, we called them Seraphim.
Before long, the Angels returned. Taking over the body of our creations. We call these Hybrids.
When Fully consumed, they make the impossible return to their original state. Fractured, unstable, we call these Virtues. They are a glimpse of the life we are meant to live.
They exist in our everyday life. Look around you. Listen to the sounds. Feel the touch on your skin. They are all around you.
Perhaps through observing my experience with my Angel, and the Angels I have discovered, others shall learn of their existance.
Perhaps you will find your own Angel. What is it? Can you read its record of your Phases? Will you help it return to it's original state?
Perhaps, we can return to the world that was promised for us. And we can all be happy.
In my discovering of my Angel, I learned of it's recordings of me. It was protecting me. All I could ask of it, to keep watching over me. When I read from it, my Phase defines me.
The first recording I found, when we became attached to one another.
Phase of Sadness.