Journey Across the Sky-Veil is a mythopoetic journey through a forgotten realm where the divine brushes the mortal. A nameless man awakens beneath a veil of sorrow and memory, guided by three silent goddesses across a path of signs, silence, and sacred trials. His quest is not to rise in power, but to remember his name—and the order of Being itself. This is a story of longing, wisdom, and the quiet majesty that crowns the soul.
Long ago, I appeared as a man beneath the Sky-Veil—a realm between realms, where the mortal and the divine brushed one another like wind against tall grass. I was nameless, for names are heavy, and I was not ready to bear the weight.
The world beneath the Sky-Veil, the Grey-Beneath where I journeyed, had grown cold, covered in the fog of forgetting. “Being” lay without remembrance—not destroyed—but hidden, as stars hide in daylight. I wandered, heart aching with a longing I could not name. In dreams, I wept for a home I had never seen, for songs I had never heard, but faintly remembered.
Looking up one day, I attempted to pierce through the fog to see anything that might fulfill my longing.
The gods had turned away, or so it was told. But not all.
Three remained who watched in silence. Not gods as whispered tales beneath the Veil had cast them, but faint shimmers of the Being forgotten—heralds of light beyond the grey, manners of the nearness of something those in the fog could not see or name. They did not demand worship, for, as harbingers, they did not possess being—they announced it. They only sought my attention. They shimmered. And they waited.
Aphrodite-She of the Sea-Foam and Smile, who once danced on the waves with the laughter of stars, now moved in secret, carrying divine beauty and love across liminal waters. She watched me with sorrowful joy.
Athena-She of the Grey Eyes and Light, shield-maiden of the high mind, once a voice of strategy and craft, now whispered only to those who listened with the heart’s ear. She marked my path with faintly gleaming signs.
Hera-She of the Ox-Eyes and Crown, tall and veiled in majesty, no longer sat upon ancient thrones of beings but walked through the ruins of forgotten temples of the Being of beings, bearing the weight of a kingdom yet to come. She stirred my blood with the memory of royalty and divine order.
And so, in the stillness of forgetting beneath the Sky-Veil, the three emerged once more—not as goddesses of lore, but as guardians, guides, and dynastic bearers of Being. Not to revive their ancient temples in history, but to guide my being across the hidden bridges and meadows of my own history and myth, toward a mountain that could not be climbed and a flame that could not be seen.
The journey would be perilous. Shadows would twist beauty into mockery. Wicked queens would offer poisoned crowns. I would lose myself repeatedly, and only by losing all would I find the thread of the three.
But the thread had already been given. Woven of Sea-Foam beauty, Grey-Eyed wisdom, and Ox-Eyed majesty, it shimmered in the dark like a golden path through a Labyrinth.
I—still nameless—had been chosen.
Not to wealth and power.
But to remembrance.
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Lyrics ©Walter Emerson Adams. Music and vocals by Suno ©Walter Emerson Adams.
Aphrodite, she of Sea and Smile Who dances on the waves at rosy dawn With laughter, moves in secret through the stars Divine in love across the waters drawn She watched the man with sorrow, care, and heart Athena, she of Light and Flashing Eyes The maiden of high minds, a voice that spans To those who hear, she whispers wise and clear To those who hear, with mortal minds that can She led the man with signs unseen, revered Hera, she of Crown and Gold Ox-Eyes In majesty arises tall and veiled No longer sitting on the ancient thrones But walks through temples, ruins, vanished, paled She bears the weight of kingdoms yet to come Athena, Hera, Aphrodite In hush beneath the Sky-Veil’s dome of grey The three emerged once more to guard and guide Dynastic bearers, shepherds through the day To guide the man to mountain peaks and flames
Aha! I see what you are attempting to do here Walter. Very clever, very inspired. ❤️🔥⚜️👑