(Rose)
How many of them are there? Blu doesn’t know. What they are, beings-like-her, are like another full branch of the tree of life. That’s also why she can’t tell. As they range from single cell organisms or even less than that! re thoughts lost who knows where; and up to monsters gigantic in size, with the power to shape the land itself as they want. They range from below microscopic, to giant, city wide organisms. They’re more than a few, not enough to build societies, and they mostly live alone on their self-claid territory.
And beside changing over ti, they can range from being nothing impactful in the world, to being everything in the land they inhabit.
From powerless and invisible, to divine-like powers ruling over all they can reach.
They care little for humans, but they tend to envy us. Our intelligence, our abilities to think, learn, communicate, and process various emotions over ti. They envy that. A lot.
My Blu was willing to cast away her powers to beco closer to that humanity. She wouldn’t be surprised not to be the only one of them ready to make that sacrifice, casting away her origins for that gain.
She wouldn’t be the first or last, ready to renounce her birth gifts, her country’s legacy, in order to attempt a transmigration toward humanity. Like many migrants, she abandoned any opportunity of power in her holand, in order to try reaching sothing she longed for more, closer to humankind. She didn’t flee, but began a pilgrimage. A long pilgrimage toward humanity, toward .
Many others must have done it over the years she believes, consciously or not.
As herself beca fully self-aware only as she drew close to the end of her journey.
They are a little of everywhere now. In a little of everything, any form, any kind.
All the transparent beings I saw, from bacteria to insects and animals, without body, but so sort of shape in their energy, they’re all spores of beings-like-her. They’re everywhere like microbes now, and all of them have the potential to beco sothing more, though generally they don’t.
So evolved into monsters, others into hive queens, or sleeping dragons, or flowers...
A few amongst many that grew into sothing, and innurable spores floating around aimlessly.
There was also this dark one. And the Ogre who almost killed us. The wolf. The snake. The shadows. The hunter. The rust flowers too in a way perhaps?
Nature grew wider since they ca in. And obviously they crossbreed with what nature previously had to offer, given what I saw.
Reality grew wider, as they creeped in with their wider potential of creation.
Claiming the world humans unwillingly left at the sa ti...
She thinks humans are not responsible for their sudden downfall, only a few years ago.
To her, it was sothing otherworldly like a teor from outer space, suddenly striking Earth. Only it carried her exotic kind of energy, more than iron or fire.
I’m doubtful of her theory. The world itself didn’t seem to have changed that much. After centuries gone, I wonder if humankind wasn’t responsible for its own downfall, through wars and centuries of progress in weaponry.
I’ve seen pictures of the great war as I was young, and the plagues it brought.
The diseases. The scorched earth, mixtures of earth, rust and flesh. I’ve seen the broken faces and ceteries.
And the diseases...
Plague. A aningless word now. It has lost all its frightening strength and aning. But goodness, this should be a word whose simple naming should make us shiver in fear.
I wonder if despite what Blu thinks, we weren’t responsible too, to so extent. From what little I learned, the world was at war when the end of ti occurred. I don’t know what kind of war, or what kind of weapons were there, only recently.
Today all of this is gone. And even what happened just five or six years ago has fallen into oblivion, because no one is left to record it and communicate it. Testimonies must exist, but I haven’t been lucky to find any as of yet.
What my friends experienced, for what they could tell of it, was simply similar to what I experienced when I arrived. Reality suddenly collapsing, losing ourselves body and mind and feeling awful for a while. Most people dying, mostly in weird ways as the spores of beings-like-her swamped everything and devoured many.
Then, just surviving, lost in a strange new world, that was suddenly just there one day.
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The more interesting testimonies I find, are from them. The beings-like-her, making room for themselves in this world we no longer rule.
I’ve seen animals I can hardly describe, painting. So crossover of spider and rabbits’ nonsense of a being. A few of them. Just the other day. They were dipping their paws into colourful puddles of mud, chalky grey, coal black, rust red and mud earth. Then they were joyously painting the walls of so ancient factories.
They might have been the caven of a new history to begin. Or just children of a larger beast playing around, I’m not sure.
Blu advised not to stay nor get closer that day. These things would have tried to eat it seems.
Their blossoming attempts at culture might soday replace ours... I don’t like much that feeling of being a lone survivor, being replaced. It takes a lot of courage to live this long and alone as a human, as a social being.
Of course I, we, adapt. But it’s not easy to go for months without any face to look at...
anwhile, though I can be lancholic or sad about all this at tis, I’m still happy with my dear Blu by my side.
Still is a little hard to call her my lover, since she’s... Well, not even human? It goes even further than that.
However she is more intelligent than humans in so aspects. So... If this feels wrong, it’s hard to say truly how it is wrong. She is in a way a new human, while I’m amongst the last of the old ones.
How long has it been since I last saw my two dear and only human friends? A few months at least. It was before winter.
We’re following the eastern coast of England, slowly.
We’ve seen many ruins and ports but unfortunately seen no ship left that could be manoeuvred safely to the continent.
According to the Queen of the tunnel, we can go through there to reach France. That’s an option. Not the best I hoped for, but far better than none at all.
I want to see how the continent has changed...
Blu is blooming again.
The weather is still cold, but she was too happy about it. She missed feeling the sun and the air all day long onto her flowers and leaves. She was so eager, she did not wait. She truly is a flower at heart.
So I got suddenly atrociously hungry as she sped up her growth beyond reason. In a matter of re days, rose buds were all over her ribbons, and onto that scar on the middle of my chest. She’s blooming.
She’ll be able to ring the flower like soft tallic bells or wind chis again, soon.
If it’s not what she fundantally were, she chose to forget about her true nature and make this a part of her own and defining identity. She chose to transform, to emigrate into the flowers of a dry and cut sample of a rosebush. And I love her for that also.
Because we share the sa ideal of humanity that is a little embodied in flowers and the love of flowers.
Humans were different kind of monsters.
Had we been able to change our bodies and mind at will, I don’t think there would have been much difference between so of us, and so of them.
In a twisted but unfortunately realistic way, the beings-like-her are the humans of the future. They can learn, think for themselves, and often talk.
And they thrive to reach an ideal of humanity or another. Or simply power, or survival, or happiness.
In more ways than rely one, they are like us.
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She’s cuddling like an endearing pet. I wake up feeling all good in my body, I’m smiling. I open my eyes in my tent.
B - Rise and shine Rose.
R - Hm... Good morning... Oh. Your roses are blooming again.
She proudly shows all the pale white or pale pink roses growing all over the flying ribbons she is, and beginning to cover their roots onto my skin too. She’s chuckling a lot as I inspect them, the long brown soft ribbons dancing around . She’s childishly happy. She’s amusing.
I get out from the tent. The air is very still, the sun rays are warm on my skin therefore. This feels good. She does too. I can tell. We share our senses. I’m smiling.
She shows the flowers from another ribbon starting to open with great pride. It’s funny.
I eat a breakfast of a soup and so canned food from the last city. They’re like surprise boxes now. Sotis it’s good, often it’s not. This ti it is, though I have no idea of what it is I’m eating. It has lost all flavour over ti.
Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful tranquil morning. I’m happy.
At the end, Blu brings the largest flower to . It doesn’t sll like roses yet, but she didn’t approach it for that.
It rings softly. A few soft tallic sounds. I’m going agape for a second. My heart flutters. Hearing her tallic voice again, I begin to cry silently. I don’t know why, but I cry for a while.
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