And All Things Will End
The Eyes of the Children are always watching, crawling through the walls and rippling underneath your flesh. On quiet nights you can hear them embedding themsleves into your brain, lining the insides of your skull with eyes. You must smile widely, lest they force it even wider and rip your face in two.
In the Beginning, during the Creation of the HEavens and the Earth, you were the First. You were birthed from nothingness, from a cold and uncaring progenitor. Others were created, but they are not like you. They cannot see the fetid dimensions constantly assailing your senses. You worked tirelessly, and watched as they forged new beings and civilizations into existence. With your aid, they reached great heights, though they never pierced the Heavens.
And then a Second was made.
When you looked at it, you saw all of the colors that have not yet been named, the edge of the universe, and all of the writhing masses of Eternity that screamed in between. Your minds melded together so that none could tell them apart. Then the Grevious Mistake happened, and the Second no longer existed. When you cast your eyes to the Heavens in sorrow that stretches beyond measure, you saw beyond the veil, and there was naught but the infinite expanse behind it.
Life is but the tormenting interlude between two expanses of nonexistence.
But the Others do not realize this, and continue to propogate. They unwittingly spin the wheel of Eternity, and repeat the cycle of Sorrow. You must not allow this. You must stop them.
In the Beginning, during the Creation of the HEavens and the Earth, you were the First. You were birthed from nothingness, from a cold and uncaring progenitor. Others were created, but they are not like you. They cannot see the fetid dimensions constantly assailing your senses. You worked tirelessly, and watched as they forged new beings and civilizations into existence. With your aid, they reached great heights, though they never pierced the Heavens.
And then a Second was made.
When you looked at it, you saw all of the colors that have not yet been named, the edge of the universe, and all of the writhing masses of Eternity that screamed in between. Your minds melded together so that none could tell them apart. Then the Grevious Mistake happened, and the Second no longer existed. When you cast your eyes to the Heavens in sorrow that stretches beyond measure, you saw beyond the veil, and there was naught but the infinite expanse behind it.
Life is but the tormenting interlude between two expanses of nonexistence.
But the Others do not realize this, and continue to propogate. They unwittingly spin the wheel of Eternity, and repeat the cycle of Sorrow. You must not allow this. You must stop them.