Peter Mohrbacher

Ein Sof, The Sleeper

Added 2020-03-01 00:59:37 +0000 UTC

The Tree loomed over Enoch. An infinite mass of wood that curled upon itself, bending and twisting in intricate patterns that extended to an end he could not see. The story of this being’s life told in the tapestry of branches that wove around each other, each searching for its place within the whole.

Enoch’s eyes found a single groove within the bark and traced its path, following it as it wandered across the waves and eddies of a massive branch. It dove and danced along the surface of the Tree, willful in its motion. Memories of Enoch’s life hung in his mind. He overlaid them against the shapes of the bark, searching it like a map. Somewhere, it seemed, on the surface of this infinite being, his own life experiences were written. The possibilities of the Tree’s power drew him close to it. If he could find the path of his own life, he could trace its curves to see the fate of the wife and son he had left behind. The line pressed upward toward the stars above, wandering like the path of a river as it reunited with the ocean.

This Tree was the heart of this place, a microcosm of the larger realm that surrounded it.

The Angelarium.