But the influence of the flesh had been strong, so strong it had taken him over, overwritten him, consumed him, at least for a time. But now he sensed that was changing, and that his original being was reawakening, not to be reborn as it was but rather as something new, a blending somehow of both the light and the flesh—a hybrid. And that this hybrid’s purpose was to see, and by seeing, render judgement.
And then amidst this very dream (although it wasn’t so much a dream as it was an eavesdropping upon another lifeform, for he had a sudden epiphany that the being of light was not and never had been him, but something and someone else entirely), there came a voice, not his own, nor that of the being of pure light, nor that of the hybrid who was somehow both the observer and the observed, n
