We stood, wronged in our rights and proven in our wrongs

for what we saw was nothing yet still the swirls were seen like

hundreds upon millions of stars glowing bright but that one place,

they swirled like predators, no, only the teeth of invisible beasts

going back and forth, back and forth far far to the north and then back south.

My companions seen and stood, before the abyssal beauty of the wronged cycle

yet as I was to move, my spine, a host to the terrible chill sent my hairs high to the sky

that was both up and down, covered in white spots.

And then lashing out terrible, wringing, slithering limbs seeped into their bodies and bones

For what a thousand years was to them, to It but a second.

Dry and withered they fell, to the mist of dead dust their bodies gave birth

Where I alone stood, waiting for my end.

And then I heard it. It was drumming, it was humming for even my cunning couldn't figure out from whence it was coming. The voices, ahhhhs and ohhhhs, heya and aaaya, those lyrics seemed bland but felt like everything and they gave me hope.

Hope like a rope, coming from the hawk, no, from the dove of the cosmos, a flying boulder of shining wings and a core of life, they shot, each followed by a howling, bone chilling, meat boiling scream as their arrows hit the swirling stars.

In that moment, my wishes were but one, to go back and never turn towards the horror that the stars host in their darkest spaces, for now I knew my place for sure and foolishness I regretted deeply and the voice spoke.

And I never will think something else, as wondrous as that voice would ever be heard by my ears and felt in my gut.

„Please dove, to my dearest, to my greatest treasure carry me. If not alive then as a body, let them bury me properly !“

„Old and wise, dreamer, singer and a bard, your life many secrets will entice, uncover and sing about. Life like yours is precious, for you like us give hope to the hopeless and dreams to the sleepless. Go and sing, bard of kindness, we regret we couldn't come sooner and save the others.“

Voice disappeared and finished, yellow bright light blinded my eyes and I heard a little voice, kicking my heart like an old engine to live once more.

„Papa, Papa, Please wake up, The Centaurs saved you, like they promised !“

I opened my eyes, and received a bombardment of hugs and kisses.

This was my luckiest moment I thought, unaware of what was to come. Reunited with my treasure, that night I looked at the sky once more, my heart filled with longing and I knew, that damned swirling monster wont stop my dreams from thriving.

Up I saw it one last time, a silver rock of rainbow wings, carrying the core of life, flying away, into the never ending starry night.

I breathed in and yelled, to the top of my lungs : „Fly dear Dove ! Save more than me ! Give hope to more than me ! And please, spread your kindness upon the universe, for no other race would do, then what today the Gaia did for me !“

A poem by Hikshire Humblestorm, who tells a story of a battle between the swirling stars and a Dove.

Dove in this story, obviously represents the Gaia who fought a creature which seems similar to be the invisible gulliworm of a thousand teeth, or a living black hole.

Either of them would fit the description, except for the part with life draining abilities which is rather odd as it is never described by any other biologist in the living zone.

His child describes the creatures who helped him escape as centaurs, which would fit into the basic description of a Gaian specimen.

The description of Gaias vessel is off though, because usually the witness speaks of a red boulder with wings of jade and violet, do they have more than one ship perhaps ? And never before did anyone tell about a core of life, so thats worthy of a note as well.

-Doctor Ran.