Cold and alone, a sole creature, not yet fully developed, resides in that which will provide for it ere the hour of its breaking. In a soft-shelled egg, from nothingness, a soul is brought into the world from it’s home with God. Emerging from it’s containment, a caterpillar of blueish-grey colouration. The Guardian was its name. Condemned to the ephermeral nature of physical existence, he engages in incessant crawling and chewing, wholly occupied with physical need. Unbeknown to him the wider perspective, the wonders of the universe, and the spectacle of life. He is uninitiated at this time.

Time wears on when, by Gods will, a transformation is prompted. The Guardian, now ripe and at the pinnacle of his life of condemnation is replaced by a black, withered shape, vastly resembling a tomb in appearance. Motionless, he is dead in his previous form, yet something remains. Inside, subconscious and conscious ideas are continually gestating. He is changing, both physically and mentally, with the eventual intent of breaking free from the bonds of reality. It is not death which befalls him however. The Guardian is merely undergoing another stage of his lifetime.

So it was, when inside his tomb, the Guardian stirs, the essence of existence coursing through his previously dormant being once again. With divine strength, he breaks free from his confinement, finally initiated. Divinely resurrected, he has upon his newly acquired wings the splendors of the ocean. Torrents, deluges, and the rhythmic ebbs and flows of the sea waves are ever present in a wide array of blues and greens and greys.

Reborn into a thing of beauty and having broken his restraints, the Guardian was now free of any hindrance; physical or otherwise. Towards the heavens he soars upon wings of fluid grace, the ethereal light shining upon him as he basks in a state of permanent nirvana.