TDV 94: The Ruination DieAugust 31st, 2016 by Sharkchild
There were palm readers, fortune tellers, and clairvoyants, but I was nothing like them. Where others saw auras and energies, I saw numbers. Each and every person that ever entered my view was accompanied by a number—a number that could not be known by the individual it belonged to unless I divulged it. The numbers I saw—or, more accurately, were imprinted within my mind—were the times of people’s conceptions—the specific and astrological moments when these individuals’ spirits came forth from an unknown realm and converged with the fertilized egg of a woman’s Fallopian tube or of an in vitro Petri dish in a laboratory. I saw the timestamps of people’s exact emergence into existence.
For the first part of my life, the ability did not offer me entirely useful information—other than for guessing ages—until I came to the realization in my teenage years that with it came the knowledge of the authentic date and time of the birth of the universe—the point of origin for all the numbers I perceived—and that, therefore, this gift was more than supernatural—that this unusual information came from a source outside of myself. Unlike the ambiguity of a mystic’s powers, I was given concrete, factual data. Reading someone’s future or past is much different than seeing someone’s inarguable genesis. This meant that someone, or something, was giving me this faculty, and that gave me purpose.