#logic gatekeeper

△ 「 Anon 」 comments:

I just hope the other three can get their act together soon before things get too ugly

◾{LOGIC GATEKEEPER}◾

It just does

The physical embodiments of Time, Space, and Knowledge would linger between reality and none. Their entire existence summarizing ours and what surrounds us. They are there from the start and to the end, awaiting for another world's beginning and demise.

Chronos would let time run in his head, the clock hands ticking and turning within his mental grasp, counting the seconds of each rotation. He would watch the seed sprout and then wilt, watch the ocean rise and dry out, watch the several suns ignite and dissipate. Every moment is counted by none other than the Father Of Time.

Milky Way dances between the several galaxies within his grasp, several planets and stars just under his fingertips. A halo hovers over his head, like a sort of crown, constantly spinning with tiny shaped planets. Each movement flows throughout the trails of burning gasses, the beautiful canvas that we reside in as tiny specks is merely a ballroom for Milky Ways to dance in. He hums as planets circles around him, stars glistening against his arms, and our existence presented as jewelry.

Logic Gatekeeper knows all that exists and existed. Preserving every possible knowledge that ever existed and turning each piece of knowledge into a book, forming a never ending library just under his palm. Knowledge is such a powerful thing that even if you can't hold it anymore, it will still reside itself inside your head. It was the sense of power and care that Logic Gatekeeper would admire the rows of books that hover above his head, continuous rows from alphabetical order to word count.

These three have watched several worlds rise and collapse, the destruction of planets and the massive explosion that birthed thousands upon thousands of life. Their perspective on reality mirrors their abilities, not having much care to look deep into mortality.

But that simply changed when the Father of Knowledge wandered around and found little pieces of fragments shaped as tiny pink triangles. Each fragment connecting to eachother like magnets, causing Logic Gatekeeper to find more as he looked forward for informative results.

And when he finally found the last piece, a child was born. Small, fragile, and tired, a little shape with one eye and horns was curled up into a ball. The Father of Knowledge hesitated as this was the first time he had ever experienced something like this... knowing he created something.

He reached down and picks up the smaller shape, cradling it in his arms. The child yawns and slowly opens its eye, it stares at Logic Gatekeeper for a moment before reaching a hand up to touch his face.