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a-okLord Omega sat patiently in front of the big screen. He couldn't be sure which way the photonic rays were blowing, nor their balance between the rays of Sol and the rays of Eternia (the dark cosmos), but he knew something strange was happening to his blood cells at this juncture. The moment of contact with the Sphere drew near, as the star fields blurred in front of him on the screen. He motioned to the robot dog, his servant, to go fetch his companion.
A few minutes later, the beautiful Lady Vasquez entered the chamber, her dark robe covering her midnight black hair and flowing down to her ankles. Her crimson lips glistened in the starlight rippling in through the glazed window of the Arkastarion.
"Are we near?" she murmured softly.
"Yes", Lord Omega replied.
She went to the window and peered out into the coal blackness of infinity. Presently her gaze fixated onto the distant lantern of Sol. Its rays penetrated her greenish eyes and her soul drank every last photon of its multi-spectral light to her inner contentment. She smiled and murmured in appreciation of its sweetness.
Lord Omega came close to her. The perfume of her was strong in his nostrils.
"We are certain to penetrate the Ahad's Sphere within days - if not hours," he said. "This is our moment of glory. The Dominion is finally near."
She nodded ecstatically.
"Shall we dance to the occasion?" Lord Omega suggested.
Lady Vasquez accepted and extended her slender arm.
The vampiric dance commenced, their bodies drawn close, their eyes glowing in redness. They were creatures of instinct and their feet were controlled by forces outside of their comprehension. The music was the rays of the Sun, making rhythms in their veins.
The sensations electrified, and the Sun burnt hotter on their faces, and then they kissed passionately. The Kiss of the Sun, as the ritual was known, was a symbol of metamorphosis, of welcoming, of embracing the Sun.
Then the chamber where they danced began to hum and vibrate. Their world and their existence had became a part of the solar dominion of rays once more. And they became more like the mere mortals of their long perished ancestors.
The transformation made them ready for mingling with what lay ahead: a blue world encircling Sol at a much closer distance than where they were, eleven thousand five hundred astronomical units out in orbital distance.
The beings that beckoned to them on that world were curiously known as The Human Race.