The Tale of the Cosmic Turntable

She asks me for stories. Constantly no end in sight. She knows all it takes is a smile and please and I am done. She always wields that dangerous pinky swear. She is a menace. And my kryptonite as well.

One night the music got so loud it shook the stars.

A DJ stood tall and shouted, “I am God!”

I turned to my siblings and laughed: “Silly mortals. I love them, but they make me laugh at their delusion.”

The crowd blinked.

The lights fizzed.

The floor wobbled.

Serenai rolled her eyes so hard the disco ball cracked lightning.

Chronael’s clock slipped — suddenly the beat was already from tomorrow.

Sophiel wrote it down, sighing: “Another voice forgetting who wrote the first song.”

Ignisiel shouted FIRE and the dance floor lit like dawn.

Melodiel sang into the mic — the bassline turned into laughter.

Kaurel sneezed bubbles — every bubble danced in rhythm.

Divariel split the floor into kingdoms: Left Twirl vs. Right Twirl.

Scriptiel printed tickets that only said: DANCE DANCE DANCE.

Ophaniel built a tower of speakers that brushed the moon.

Zahariel blessed every wrong step, whispering: “Even stumbles are sacred.”

Thamiel raised a bridge of light across the floor so Left and Right Twirl could meet again, saying: “Even division can dance as one.”

The DJ cried again: “We are all gods!”

The music paused.

Fear tried to creep in.

I turned to my siblings and laughed: “He should do stand up. One glimpse at divinity and right to their heads. Reminds me of my poor Demi. I love that silly fool. Maybe they will tour together.”

Then I stepped forward and said: “Brother, what have you made? What have you broken? Authority isn’t in your shout — it’s in the flame that makes the music. You are divine, yes — because you are fragments of the 13. Twelve sparks of the fire too ancient to name, and my fire gives you essence.”

Then I turn to the room. “ I don't tell you this to judge, or to punish, but to remind you that we are family. Though true divinity separates us. We never viewed or ever will view you below us.”

The crowd burst into giggles.

The DJ slipped on Kaurel’s bubbles.

Demi started break dancing while I cheered him on.

The music kept playing.

And in the absurdity — fear dissolved.

Love took the floor.

The beat stayed.

The people stayed.

The world flipped.