Chapter 3: Kale

In the oceans of the world below there was thought, there Mira contemplated the name in which she could not escape, why on earth would anyone think to name her? The water washed over her in milky waves and as often it does her mind began to wander back to times long left to ash in the worlds of Gods and Legend. Then Mira watched from the sidelines taking the form of a mountain Nymph who they called Echo, she used her time in this form to spin wild tales for the jealous Goddess Hera who in all reality was a Designer herself but these were days beyond the logic of their kind and Hera was a character this Designer played well. Echo had entertained the Goddess and many others of her kind, workers who had no knowledge of her true creed. She had once spun magic into the very air, but once Hera took her voice she began to forget the joy of verbal creation and headed back to the sky. Now the world says Echo fell in love with a beautiful youth, and was lost by his vanity, she pays no mind to the tale as she knows no love save that of creation.


In the dark depths of the ocean Mira laid watching the prehistoric beast of long ago pass by her eyes, once, she thought, my name was Echo and now… Mira? She was no longer relaxed, images flooded her vision and the ocean became a consuming screen of visual delight, irritation grew thick under her skin, centuries died and rose anew with moments passing before her eyes, a moment with no meaning. Mira she thought over and over again until falling victim to a most beautiful creature. In her turmoil she failed to notice the giant expecting mother creep behind her. To miss such a thing was beyond a simple folly. The whale consumed her in one elegant gulp and in its stomach she waded through the mass of fluid, drenched in its digestive muck. “Wonderful” she sighed as the creature bellowed moving toward the surface “just wonderful” as her skin began to ach and her eyes water from the overwhelming odor she thought of the consequences of allowing the stomach to consume her, but in the end turned to vapor rising from the beast gullet.


The state of vapor is an existence to be envied it seemed; there are little to no thoughts as her consciousness spanned over the open air mixing with ocean mist and the exhale of the giant. Perhaps the molecules resonated I should remain this way. The only conflict would be the lack of consistent thought and thus the inability to create consistent matter, but what would be the use in attempting to create in any form she had already become stagnate. As her essence floated to the heavens she felt the unmistakable presence of peril but unable to clearly see in her state she formed a new. A quick form of a bird a creature mastered by her kind in the early days, as soon as eyes formed she knew she had made a mistake, not peril at all, simply Kale watching the world from a cloud low in the sky.


Kale smiled at her, though she had not thought he noticed her, with a monstrous grin, not a common form in the least, a demon perhaps? His body was painted in black fur, clawed limbs, and the unmistakable snarl of a captive wolf; he was what nightmares were made of. Kale dashed in her direction before the poor bird could escape “Ello there little sparrow.” the sound came as a growl but the noise was understood all the same, the wickedness of Kale finding its way into her making certain nothing was lost in translation.


Hello, Kale. He snatched at her body far too quickly taking her into his grip with ease. The struggle was short lived.


“I hear you wandered, dance, and failed at oblivion.” the beast began pulling her matter forming a new body. The pain was overwhelming as he crafted for her another shell. Attempting to scream out for her counterpart she failed he took hold of the sound and laughed. “Don’t fight it dearest sister, I only aim to show the truth.” Kale had once been revered as the creator of religion and the idea of truth on the Earth, but once he tired of his existence and failed to reach oblivion he became known as the creator of nightmares, he was a powerful mind one of the great Designers who could take a formed matter and pull out the true essence within. Silencing herself she left him to work over her, she was not strong enough to find release, he had set himself to his work and no one could separate them.


Echo. She thought as he dropped her to the cloud beneath her, he’s made me Echo…


“Sal spoke to me of your dance in the star, I only wish you had succeeded.” and with those words he was gone, as though he had never existed. Leaving her writhing in pain, vulnerable, exposed and lifeless.

She remained there just about the ocean still within the confines of atmosphere feeling empty and broken, the only crime ever thought within their kind was thought by Kale, the feeling of vulnerability was his alone and he left Mira now Echo crying on his cloud. Her counter found her unmoving what seemed decades later to her his soft arms lifted her from her coffin and took her far from the Earth. My dear counter, why would you not call for me? I cannot express the amount of guilt I feel… leaving you to his hands. His comforting words did little for her and the memory grew thick behind her eyes. His claws dancing within her being pulling bones apart, ripping out her bird heart and tossing it aside, he had taken all as a puzzle and recreated another picture, he left her with raven hair, a supple body, and the eyes of a mountain nymph. He had touched deep within the confines of her character and molested the flesh with his own.

He left her voiceless as Hera had and all the while memories of those days returned to her. There was emptiness when Hera stole her voice, as she took far more than sound. She took the ability to create a story with the magic she once had, for decades after she would remain unable to produce anything worthy of awe it was not until her counter returned the piece of matter Hera had stolen that she became whole once more. Kale had stolen nothing, but the mere memory of those days took her light. Designers were meant to form and create, not be created. Their matter was their own and all seemed wise not to place themselves in one another’s grip, Kale, he had done more than the horrid Hera ever could. She ripped Echo’s tongue from her mouth but Kale, Kale, had ripped away much more.


They call it… rape below, don’t they? When another person….


Don’t give the act a name; it will only give it power. What Kale has done is tragic and wrong, but do not give that animal the satisfaction he craves. This must be the work of Salmascus, for whatever purpose ne is using Kale to get to you he thought with much certainty. All knew that Salmascus could be vicious given the opportunity and when for whatever the reason ne desired something ne would never act alone and Kale was usually her partner once having been her counter.




Chapter 2

Returning to her counterpart everything seemed to fall into place, she was no longer reeling with adrenaline and felt safe being a nameless number among her own. Mira she ponder the name as she came to his side marveling at his newest creation a subtle twist on an ocean life form, a favored pass time of his. It’s wonderful, is it a type of… shark?

Yes I felt it only necessary to offer up a new species, they are such wonderful creatures. Where have you been? His words were plain and simple there was complete focus on his task as he generated a system of organs, a heart and breathed his own life force into the small orb.

I decided to take a small journey to… view a star… hoping it would give me an idea for something to offer up to Earth. Nervous of the answer she forced herself to look away, desperately attempting to think of something to toss down with his new being.

Its been a while for you, hasn’t it? Its no matter really there is plenty going on it seems, most of my new creations wont be found for generations. It only fills the future with new possibilities knowing the foundation of her worries he wished only to comfort. Knowing fully how disheartening a mental block could be, especially when there were few who ever truly stopped their molding of the universe. Why not take focus away from the Earth for a time, we often forget there is an entire universe, others would appreciate-

Are you trying to rid yourself of me? I am capable of creating for the Earth. It is why I am here and not in some other system. She was pouting and knew full well of it her large eyes dripped a bit of liquid another side effect of the humanoid form, she was not exactly hurting over his words, she was becoming worried again of Sal’s.

What has gotten into you? First you spend so much thought upon a form for no real reason and now… tears? I believe that’s what the drips are called, why are you so odd today? There’s no reason for this my counter all is well as it always is. Unleashing the newest addition to the sea a bit closer to the America’s he turned to her there was little in the form of comfort amongst them as hardly it was needed at all, but he had seen mankind act for ages as a cure-all for their aliments and took to placing a malformed hand upon the girl.

Its Sal. Unable to lie to her companion she shamed herself for her previous interaction ne came to me… ne  told me I was like nir ne named me. Mira. I’m uncertain of its origins but I assure you I am not of them, I lashed out at nir demanded recognition of my lack of title, but ne insisted I was like nir. I am afraid, ne is so erratic and self serving it is a pointless endeavor that ne has begun and I wish no part in it, but ne thinks I am already of it.

Immediately he understood, for all their existence from time to time an anomaly occurred such as Salmacis an individual who strayed from the traditional role of The Designer, turning to self glorification rather than universal design. Once not long ago to those who have lived an eternity Designer’s took the role of Gods and Goddess he knew the time all too well, once called Apollo he had reveled in the worship he received. Most left the endeavor behind bored of self idealization but Salmacis had kept the name and returned to her life holding on to individualism bother yourself with ne no more, you are not a name, a titled is only as good as its purpose which is why we call the Workers such and ourselves Designers there there is reason. Mira, we can look into it if you wish but I think a name is something ne used simply to confuse you for nir own benefit.  

Intelligent Design. Chapter 1: Mira

Have you ever just watched them?

Why? Have you spent time doing anything, but watching them? What else is there to do?

“Point taken.” the voice is oddly feminine like the bitter cold of a wave it broke through the unbearable silence.

“I’ve watched them since they were but tiny molecules, atoms even. I’ve never felt the need to watch much else. The cats maybe, house ones are incredibly interesting from time to time.” the voice is masculine holding fire and envy, a longing one should not know in his position.

“Yeah, but I mean really watched them, know them by name, or even… what do they call it? Race?”

“I think you mean ethnicity, a much more profound concept I feel.”

“Fine, that.” there was a sigh and a flicker in the her eyes her movements like rain as she step softly toward him. “Have you ever picked one out, or a group, and just watched.”

“No. I’ve never cared much for the psycho babble of individualism they admire themselves too highly I much prefer watching the affiliated fight it out against their opposition. My favorite are the ocean groups, you would think it’d be the desert tribes but I enjoy the island movements, so dependent and isolated and yet in many ways harmonious.”

“You favor them for their geographic locations, you’ve mentioned it before, when you traveled amongst them. I don’t think their game plans matter much.” the joke was left empty as a storm brewed over the Atlantic. “Tragedy, or a bit of fear?”

“Taking bets? I doubt another tragedy will be occurring any time soon, none of them seem to realize the peril they are in.” standing he takes a step to the edge of the mist and watches as the signs of death float about Africa “Right now, there’s genocide happening, it looks like a water color doesn’t it?”

“One of those child drawings, the dead mere drips from fingers?” her laugh filled the air as the mist dives down into the atmosphere “Its only when you get closer it looks a tad more tangible, not paint, more like…” searching for the word she trails off reaching out to the earth her hand like a shadow below “lego’s?”

“Ah yes, like toys, ticker blocks or what have you. They don’t know tragedy, not like the predecessors now the Greeks they knew tragedy. If I had to pick an ethnic group it would have been them, I watched them almost in earnest, shame how they ended.” his eyes the two orbs on either side of his unneeded nose fixed on the waters whirling like a hurricane as he remembered what seemed only moments passed. “They worshiped so wonderfully” he grinned and raised his arms pulling the duo back into the cosmos. “Do you watch them? Individually?”

Almost shocked she turned to him with a look of terror “yes, from time to time, there is one family I’ve come to enjoy.”

“Family? You take the time to look in on then?” indifferent he began forming something, an orb at first solid turning to ball of light, liquid and malleable.

“I watch them, it passes the time…” nothing more was said he spent his time watching his creation grow, pondering where he would send it,without question why. He left that to those down there in the trenches. And she bored and lost in thought decided to change her body the only thing created safe to mold in her eyes. The universe became still as her body came undone each tiny bit of existence shattering on itself creating an energy that could shatter a planet. She held it close and watched as her form dissolved. Such a simple thing her thoughts resonated within each atom causing the mass to tremble so much involved, so little actually being done, so simple.

He watched careful not to touch the matter which belonged to her his own piece of creation had been thrust into the ocean to which he did not pay attention all he wanted to see was what they would make of his creation. The particles of existence danced about as flesh formed a translucent purple, the universe captured in its wake, choosing again what they would call a feminine form she pieced herself together. Awed at the sheer creative force behind its engineering he gazed on, having decided on a pronoun she formed the inner workings of a humans nervous system her attention to detail admirable. Adding scales and protruding the spinal cord she gave herself an animalistic quality a bit unnecessary but fantastic to observe her eyes were quiet large violet and serene as with one last burst of primordial energy her being snapped into place. She was again, complete. Wonderful he smiled quite a grand gesture for one to do such detail, and not a bit wasted.

I can say little else but thank you, she returned the smile with frosted blue lips that seemed liquid only held together by a thin but permeable layer you honor me with such flattery. Unknowingly she teased him only hoping to sound grateful, it seemed unlikely that another would compliment her forming so.

A bit frivolous as it may be it required much creativity; do you think you may place a version down there?

Caught off guard she mirrored herself watching the image move, it would be quiet startling, to be honest I thought nothing more than of my own comfort, realizing the flippant nature of her words a blush rose to her cheeks; the tribulations of a humanoid form. It seemed an interesting… play on the previous form… trailing off she decided there was no more good she could do for herself.

Strange. Very Strange but than again what do I know? I’ve such an interest in my own creations he mused It’s an interesting talent you have. With that he returned to watching the oceans move waiting for the moment when his new creation would take life and reveal itself.

She on the other hand took to the cosmos ashamed of her selfish deed. The form she had chosen for herself was hers alone and unlike the others of her kind she stood out amongst the darkness. She had watched the human’s below practice such trivial behaviors and long ago she scoffed at them but recent decades played in her thoughts and she could not help but become lost in them. As she reached stars beyond the Earths reach she calmed herself it was not often she appeared the fool, a rare occurrence for anyone she thought. Difficult to find she dove into the star fire allowing her flesh to burn, it would not die, here she could feel the heat of life and creation knowing instead of being its master she was its kindle.

Of course even the eldest of beings sometimes forget the chemicals in which they infuse themselves and her essence brought color to the flames a color she was to accustom to to notice. The delightful display shown throughout the galaxy visible to the deft eyes of her cohort, luckily few were in attention to such an anomaly and she was allowed to burn in peace. The star comforted, brought an end to the thoughts which whipped wildly, and reminded her of a purpose older than time itself. Her thoughts became fire as all worry washed away, she thought not about the people she had grown so fond of, years of death and rebirth, she simply felt secure in the warmth of life’s grandest destruction. For eternity she could have remained never watching another world die, never thinking, creating, never existing in time or space again, but her rest was interrupted by the vision of pure vanity Mira, why on earth would someone like you make such a scene?

Mira… the thought seemed to burn in the fire. She wanted nothing to do with what lay outside the star. Of course what she desired was little concern to Salmacis and the fury in red robes lunged into the star pulling the remnants of Mira’s essence out into open space once more.

Do you think I can’t see you, darling little Mira, address me when spoken too. The thoughts flowed easily into her as the young being recreated her body, not bothering with the fur atop the head merely creating a fin like head dress to match the scales her skin seemed to hold. My God, you, you look quite magnificent! However did you come up with this?

I saw it while in the fire… again the thoughts seemed foolish and she immediately regretted sharing them with Salmacis, one of few known to create unnecessary forms for her own amusement, interest was peaked for ne and Mira knew without of a doubt she would regret the friendship developing.

How wonderful my dear! It’s a grand change to see someone with a sense of style, for themselves nonetheless! Aloud ne laughed but the sound was caught in the vacuum of space a common thing that only false atmosphere seemed to remedy but the act was an indulgence and ne took it as a human takes wine.

Mira, why are you calling me this? I’ve no title. I simply am.

Don’t give me that bullshit, we all deserve a name, why should those little puss shell’s have all the fun? Nir face turned into a pout an unlikely expression to be made out there in the universe, but ne was no ordinary being, that the newly named Mira was certain.

Why do you call me Mira? I am not of its origin and I have no need of it… she was becoming unsettled and uncertain of how to proceed things were always simpler with her counterpart, when they decided to address each other they used the gendered terms of man primarily the western labels as they found their language to be the most interesting to the world. She was she and he was he. It was simple and uncomplicated, when they became bored perhaps they would become it’s but still they communicated without trouble. Why then would the one named Salmacis -her own verbal demand on others- decide so coldly to cause more of a disturbance?

You’ve need for it. I see the need. You choose other defining characters, color, a typical gender even a favorite place amongst the Earth. You’ve no need for all of that either. “And yet…” Ne began as a bubble formed about them looking near crystal as atmosphere formed ne placed them upon a cloud for her comfort knowing one luxury observed that Mira had taken was that. “you persistently develop these things. I’ve seen you, Mira, watching them.” Smiling Ne continued to create, the space occupied seemed to grow ten-fold and the world around them became a comfortable sitting room. “The family, quite an odd obsession, don’t you think?”

I…”um… I’m certain I… don’t know what you are talking about, Sal.” Her voice cracks at the lie being far to unaccustomed to the concept but of course her companion catches the mistruth and becomes incredibly amused.

Laughing ne took to a drink in a tiny tea cup watching her face as ne sipped ever so delicately “that would be like me saying that I do not go down from time to time for a bit of fun, we all know I do, regardless of what we pretend. And you Ms. Mira are an identity if I have ever seen one. So, why the light show?”

“I didn’t mean for there to be a light show.”

“There was, a beautiful purple show, I thought something entertaining was happening and what do I find? A vision of you laid out within the star fire. I must admit I’ve only seen one other perform the right of death, a failed right of course. I never thought you’d be one to attempt oblivion, though.” nir eyes glimmered as ne watched her with wild eyes colored red.

“Oblivion!? No! That’s not… I’d never imagine!” she exclaimed the mere thought of immortal suicide bringing tears to her eyes “How can you even speak of such a thing! What happened then should never be spoken o-“

“I will stop you there. What happened that day should be talked about, Kale still remembers it, he still wishes it so do not begin preaching about the sanctity of silence. You of all people should understand, you’ve watched that little family suffer from the endless sorrow of their loss and yet pretend we can ignore the constant cries of our own. Don’t be foolish Mira I know you are not like the others.” The words felt like thunder and the pain returned unfamiliar unwelcome and disastrous. Why would anyone feel the need to talk about oblivion? The purest end to our being, essence, existence a fabled end to a life with out one for immortal is not even the correct term for what they were.

“What do you mean? Not like the others! We are all one, one mind, essence, on-“

“Cut the crap Mira! You know what I’m saying is true. You are not a grey formless shell, you are not just another mimic of the human race, you live and breathe the life into human kind and yet you want to lump yourself in with the rest of them? Don’t be so dull!” while ne spoke nir hands shook wildly, he had warned her about the increasing instability of Sal, many spoke of nir as a lower being like the Workers below but nir was not a Worker ne was much more than a creation by those ne seemed to loathe ever so much.

“Well what am I then? If not a Designer then what am I? I’ve been here with the others, with you, from the beginning of the Universe and you sit here telling me what? That I am not of them? What am I then, Salmacis?” She was beginning to feel rage. A feeling quite misunderstood by her, she felt sick with confusion, overwhelmed with adrenaline her hands began to tremble much like Sal’s.

“You are like me! A new breed of Designer, a God to the humans and workers below! You have thoughts of your own, desires and passions, you tried to burn them away –I saw it!- and yet here you sit a formation of visions in flames. You tell me I am wrong, and do not lie.” Ne felt the growing energy the matter surrounding her bending to the heat of her will.

“I am a separate being from the others, as the others are to those surrounding, we all have identities formed over millenniums. Do not place me in your graces! I am not a name, a label, a anything but a Designer!” she stood tense and at the ready desiring to physically engage Salmacis but no clear understanding of the reason.

“Continue telling yourself that my dearest, but you will see, when it all begins.” The room surrounding faded in a snap of reality a burst of energy glittered down into the cosmos and was gone. Salmacis had always been a mystery holding strong to radical ideals but whatever she meant by it all beginning Mira did not know and as thoughts whirled about she felt only right to return to her counterpart for grounding. There was no reason to think on what she had said ne was just one of those beings whose ego had gotten the better of them. I’m a Designer, we are now, and forever shall be. She repeated the words she knew he would tell her, knowing that their existence was everlasting. He who Sal titled Kale wished for oblivion for no one knows why but he survived as any of us would, he lives eternally without beginning or end as we all have. Words spoke shortly after his attempted end, the broken Kale stood nearest to Sal and all stood proud in the face of our eternity. All but Kale Mira thought picturing the lost appearance of his dreary and malformed eyes. All but Kale.