Something was born tonight.
What is was I cannot really say, but I will testify to all that will listen. Something was born tonight.
I stood next to it as it formed out of the smoke, the sparks, and the damp earth. I saw the bright light of existence enter its eyes. I heard the rhythmic pulsations of life beat from its crest. Its joyful exuberance glowed with a deep blue and a fiery yellow, nearly blinding me as I fell to my knees near it.
A tiny black fist reached up and clasped me by the wrist. I looked down and saw that the fists was now a brilliant white. Now a cold cobalt. Now a red of burning coals. Now flesh. Flesh like mine. I reached down and clasped its fist in my hand and felt it radiating a strange aura of something between heat and chill.
Lips trembling, I leaned down and placed a delicate kiss across its tiny fingers. Upon contact, my eyes widened with the memories. Memories of pouring strange elixirs onto the ground of the brick tunnel. Memories of speaking strange words from a strange book which had no meaning to me but that of an expectation of a miracle. Memories of smoke, fire, and sparks. The sparks of life.
It opened its eyes.
"Who am I?"
The voice alone made me shiver. It was full power and authority. Never in my life could I have imagine such a voice coming from the being that lay before me now.
"Who? Who am I?"
Lips still trembling, I managed to squeak out the words I had been waiting to say.
"You... you are mine and I am... I am yours... I am your father... You are my... Son... my son..."
It turned two eyes, dark and intense, towards me. The corners of the eyes began to curl upwards in happy contentment, and it spoke again.
"Father." The word made him glow from beneath its skin.
"I am yours, Father, and you are mine. Forever."
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