COMET

I writhe on the floor in a sea of white light. The truth is searing my soul, burning away unnecessary pieces that I cannot or will not release. It is excruciating.

White, now Black, stands facing outward at my feet as I undergo my transformation. She is holding back the unknown that would annihilate me before my transformation. The effort costs her as she molds herself into a wall of protection, joined now by others to extend the wall, bending it to encircle me.

I turn to face her, my head growing larger until it overshadows my body. Now there is movement through space, face first, and streaks of gold form that flow backwards from the speed. The white and gold and now green form a mottled pattern on my face as I hurtle into Earth, plunging deep into the Pacific Ocean. The force of the impact rocks the feet of those in the wall that protect me.