Prologue: Part 1

This is shorter than the first piece I wrote, however this is  the first part of a prologue that may be expanded on.... :) watch this space. There may be some recipies in between, too. :D

The woman could have been an abstract mistake in the intricate pattern of the cosmos; an unintended blot that ever so slightly diverged from the  consistent symmetry. She was merely  a parapraxis, Created when the  mind was on other, darker problems. Yet for all her insignificance, here was a Kreashyun who held in her hands the weight to tip a divine balance. 

From the air, where the clouds hung about in large, rowdy groups, she was a faint pinpoint of grey; a mark superimposed onto a dreary picture that held not much interest. It was as if the scene had been lifted up and left to stand on its side, left for the blues and reds and yellows to run out in channels like veins and seep away into the indefinable surroundings, leaving behind the greys and whites that crept slower down the canvas. Even they were vanishing, yes: leaving in their trail a nothing that is neither colour nor monochrome, a shade that could not be defined by the artificial Keashyun imagination. 

It looked almost peaceful from up there. Not peaceful in the way of long summer days, where nothing plagues your mind; but peaceful in that it seemed that the world had an abstinence of anything. It was not the same scene a hundred metres below, where a tired woman laboured across an ever-changing, restless realm.  This was where Their thoughts never ended, where ideas were spawned and destroyed in the blink of a lifetime. The ground moved as if to reflect this; a sea of shiny grey mud slipping and sliding over a membrane of earth which pulsed like a heartbeat from within.  It was impossible to stand your ground for long: you, too, began to lose your colour and life, as if the mud had been soaked in The Acheron. A scrap of life, a shadow of a soul, that was all that was left. Eventually you might be saved the suffering, and your brain switched off, when They realise there is no further fun in this Kreashyun.