Anant Keeps Moving

Ancestry and fate was a tricky subject for Anant. Just when he thought he had it figured out, the picture always got bigger. He stopped trying to figure everything out, and instead just went with the flow and let collective knowledge guide him. He had accomplished one thing though. He had closed the gaps and opened the doors that needed to be opened in his space in time.

Anant was a restless nurturer. He could smell and sense pain from anywhere, and he always went to it to see if he could help. He was like a doctor at times too, sometimes he could only patch up the wounds and give advice, it was up to others to maintain the healing. His time had been so chaotic for the past millenia. He went from being incredibly naive like the days under the great tree, to being a fierce protector of dreams himself.

He had played no small role in creating the existence and reality that we all live collectively, but he was a very old soul and was extremely tired. This would be his last cycle. When he died in this life, he would go back into the nothingness and be the blank slate for others to utilize. That is of course, if he so chose that. He had had many last cycles before, but like a true healer, he kept going back for more.

Just because he was old however, did not mean his life was over. We are born dead so that we can die alive. This point became clearer to Anant as the days went by. More and more people who would help him and love him for who he was were beginning to walk into his life and him into theirs. He had been listening really well to the things that called him, he always did and always will. This time however, it wasn't his naiveness that took him to places and people, it was his confidence that he could influence others positively in a transformative way. Anant always walked along in the chaos full of the shadows, fears, and death that others rarely want to face or converse with. He had made a ton of friends in these forgotten or ignored worlds, and they were grateful that someone was finally listening.

The great thing now was that because Anant had worked so hard, there were other people who were remembering too. He could feel a huge handful of them now. People who wanted to go on adventures with him, get drunk, be happy, change the world. You know, the usual. These folks had remembered. Not only had they just remembered though, these were the people who had never forgotten. They never stopped believing in love, and so love never had to hide from them. It exists uninhibited all around them because they choose to embrace everything that comes their way.

Anant now had sweet dreams and a life full of crazy intense adventures and beauty. That's just how he liked it. He knew that one day, there would be plenty of other adventurers who would join him, and maybe even an adventurer who would want to have adventures together. Anant was no easy person to please, and shadows protected him. He feared nothing, and so a fellow adventurer would have to do the same. There were about a million of them, and they were all now looking for each other. If Anant knew anything about adventurers like him, he knew that they always found what they were looking for, even if they don't know what it is until they find it. They had always been that good at getting things done. Always.