The One Who Watches

But the silence was broken. A much greater entity, beyond its understanding, came within and delicately took the world out of the Watcher's grasp and hugged it close to it. In many movements, there were more of the new entity, all wiping off the crust of the old world. The sensations wouldn't be the same, but they were bringing such sweetness, reignited old memories and efforts of the past.

It watched as the newcomers reshape and grow the world, its form glowing and shining. It wasn't as bright nor was the shape recognizable, but it had its own existence all its own. The old reality still existed, as did all the alternate existences that branched from it and so on, but this one. The Watcher saw the wall split and the seas part, as Watchers old and new arrived, curious as to what they could see the things doing. Already there were some pushing their forms into the world, pulling out branching paths, as meek and thin as they were. They hadn't yet finished recreating and reshaping the reality, but the strongest were already pulling alternatives to the surface of the sea, and the others surrounded it, curiosity and hunger consuming them.

The sea was filled with the same noise as before, created by new voices mixing with the old.

It slumped upon its mountain peak. These memories blossomed into something new from something old.

Such a melancholic and enjoyable sight. It leaned forward, impatient. It dipped itself into the sea. Perhaps it would be able to find a reality to pull to the surface this time. A lovely purpose for such strange beings.