The Cosmic Spark - Soulless Ones

"Are you ready?" he asked her."Irrelevant!" she replied. "The cosmic countdown is almost complete."A moment of silence went by."Are you ready?" he asked again. She heaved her shoulders and tore her gaze from the white oblivion she was focused on. She turned around, met his gaze and smiled weakly."Do you think this is all my fault?" she asked."I think that everything happens for a reason," he stood up and walked towards her. "I believe there is a purpose to everything.""You sound like someone I know," she chuckled. "To answer your question, I have been ready from the very beginning. You?""Every choice I've made has included sufficient room for error and mistakes," he replied. "You never had such a luxury, unfortunately.""Be that as it may," she shrugged, "free will is something that eludes even me, sometimes.""But this is not about free will, is it?" he asked."No, Yeshua," Akasha replied. "This is about the fate of Creation."Too late. Creation came to a pause. The vibration of chaos morphed in an etheric black hole in the Core of Creation. It began to spin, initiating the deconstruction of everything ever manifested into its most basic form: ether. Its centripetal force pulled the ethers into itself and its event horizon began to grow, thereby continuing the chain reaction of deconstructing the manifested into ether and pulling these ethers into itself. The Scribe's grin broadened as he watched the most beautiful simulation of the unfolding of his purpose, which was perfectly in sync with The Cosmic Spark.