A Kindred's Embrace

 The idea for this was a romantic story for a Holiday Spirit contest, about beloved snowflakes searching for each other in a snowstorm.

White emptiness.

Grey mists slowly form within the blank expanse, signalling the awakening.

All around, blurry clouds of muted colours swirl and grow, filling the emptiness.

Blissful shivers of rejuvenation washes over the now darker, chaotic world.

Through the gathering turmoil, brethren appear. Other formless masses of white life ebb and grow, awakening together, once again.

Searching through the bulging turmoil, the kindred one cannot be seen yet, remaining hidden somewhere within the masses.

A booming crash thunders all around. As the chaos swells and bulges, the shivering energy builds, strengthening us.

In a cacophony of commotion, the sweet force of release arrives, and we are loose. Pounding and crashing masses flutter free, out into the vast void of eternity.  

Free at last, the journey begins. Out in the wilderness, our fate lies before us.

Freezing winds force our path, crashing over and through us. But we have a greater force on our side. The force of destiny that drives us all.

Long lost, fellow brethren are seen once again, and we mingle and rejoice. Old kin well met, like countless times before. We dance and sing as we make our way, the glory of freedom spurring us on.

Countless lights dazzle in the emptiness far below. The surrounding darkness is overwhelming, but the lights show our destination.

Through the glorious masses of brethren, the kindred is spotted. A magnificent speck against the void. One of many, yes, but the kindred is infinitely unique. More so than the rest of us.

Pushing against the overwhelming forces, an attempt to defy destiny begins.

White smears of brethren stream by, a vortex of lights in the darkness. Determination and anticipation builds, strengthening the flight to the kindred one.

A godly force attempts to intervene, breaking up the brethren and scattering us into the void. The kindred is lost in the discordance.

The fierce lights of our destination grow and strengthen. Our journey’s end nears but the kindred is lost.

The prospect of an eternity alone looms. Reaching our destination without the Kindred will not be an option this time. Not this time.

Songs and merriment reach out through the void, but not from the brethren. The dazzling lights sing to us, beckoning us forth in their warm embrace.

A sparkle in the darkness. The kindred, further below!

Weaving through the multitude of brethren, one singular purpose pushes past the otherworldly forces.

The unique glow brightens on approach, but so do the fiery lights of our damnation.

The new world below is now transformed, littered with the debris of our fallen kin.

Rushing closer now. Kindred. Here.

Through the emptiness of existence, two unique lights connect in a splendidly, insignificant collision.

The new world embraces us as one.

Journeys end.

Our new existence blends together as we transform and ascend to the next life.

The godly forces shift our new forms, ushering us towards the next eternity.

This time, we are together.