Archangel of the Past

The wings of unborn angels drift about me. I see where they HAVE been, like an e
ndless play that rewinds as I watch. To me, the wings float lazily forward in ti
me and space, and are also pulled back by unseed threads. Of all the angels, onl
y I see what has alredy happened. Only myself and Kamisama will ever know the se
crets of creation. Yet...I envy those in the now, wich I am apart from. To hear,
and see things AS they happen, instead of after the fact...to be able to affect
the present and the future, these things I will never know. So I content myself
with documenting reality. Though right as the first thoughts spung into the min
ds of hummans, things begin to get complicated. And as I document every atomic s
hift and thought, I find that I fill volumes with the events of a single day. So
I slowly write though the centuries, and my writing is far behing even my perce
ption, as I am behind the present. I am Ursala, Archangel of the Past.