Dimensions of a parallel existence.
This sphere is a noxious growing red orb of tension. Only three of us here. We have no beginning or end. A force of pressure and angst fills every space of the atmosphere.
We stand locked hand in hand floating in poisonous gas. The fumes are produced continuously and our days are nights. We do not sleep.
My name is Sponge, my sibling holding my right hand is Filter, to my left is Cleanse. An unseen origin feeds our labors.
The source is otherworldly yet within our planet’s core. The authors subsume our existence with all their troubles. Wave after wave of stress pours in.
We live to restore peace by radiating love to minds and souls we will never see yet we feel for them.
Our being consists of healing, transforming, and reframing.
To them, only faint wisps of our essence exist. Ghosts, dreams, and visions might be descriptions humans use. We are part of you all and but we live apart.
There is no rest.
Always working and showing.
Always searching and growing.
Sometimes failing and losing battles.
Never boring or dull we inspire and shape.
Collective spirit and hot resolve to means of hoping for all to live for now and evolve. Our goal is set and purpose in giving to balance and ameliorate the harshness of the living.
Our world is Toil so they may prosper.
