Author Topic: Bast, by ktchas,  (Read 1351 times)

Bast, by ktchas,
« on: April 23, 2010, 08:51:13 PM »

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Intro: This is an image of a meeting of mysticism and science.


Sinuously stretched out on the stomach of a goddess lying on the gable of an airborne ship, a cat lathers up the solar beams from a cobalt sky, spots of light creating diamond drops on tips of ebony fur. Lazy half-closed emerald irises glitter like the spots seen by tightly closed eyes during sex or pain or the end of a good sleep. The woman is naked in the way of the gods: alabaster and golden, perfect and unbreakable. Her movements are slow and musical like a preternatural vision of living art, and the cat drones underneath the comforting song of her fingers, purring like the motors of heaven.

The Barque of Millions of Years sails above the ages, on a wave of dreams. Below, the future spreads itself out with cities of industry, pulsing with metal and glass and towers of precision poking the sky like syringes full of smoke and pride, power and profit. Androids that look like humans made of steel glazed with Egyptian oil do the dirty work for men and women with soft organic hands who tread the neon rainbow of sidewalks and streets. But still the bright slick buildings harbor alleys, the dark and noiseless havens where there roam still the charges of the goddess, the feline angels, the cats.

At the bow of the floating ship there lies in a coil of fire the serpent Apep, bloody and broken on this day of the sun where dark clouds remain gathered in their fury behind a gateway of rain. The father of the day and the father of the goddess sets his eyes on death where he will roam the 12 doorways of night, leaving the moon to reign its canopy of stars. In the morning Ra will reclaim the world in an explosion of dawn.

Until then, Bast would hide from the sun and play with all her children, clawing the carpet of earth and hunting the pleasures of the underworld like magic creatures do, sailing on oceans of myth as dark and independent as the currents of the Nile.

"Innocence" he said, while his eyes fell away and slowly slid black irises to study the mist-laden woods around him.
"Losing your innocence, is like losing a limb."
The smile that appeared on his lips was neither cold nor warm - it was colourless.
"She crippled me"
"For that, I will cripple her.