And All Things Will End
No, you cannot lose yourself here. You force yourself to a kneeling position. With strained, ragged breaths you manage to stand upright. A fragment of a mind from eternities past flows through you. You stagger forward, keeping your focus on the path ahead.
You are on a plane of existence far removed from that vapid, flesh encased species you raised. The space around you is coated in verdant greens and desert yellows so intense it melts the matter from your soul. The sky is endless and barren. You have wandered these plains for aeons, never encountering a trace of another entity. Isolation pervades the atmosphere, and loneliness rests its weight upon you.
No, you are not. You are lost in mines. You can hear what seems to be laughter, but there is no one around. One step forward.
A mountain carves its way through the stone floor, touching the center of the plane. Beyond it, a purple sea stretches into the horizon, rippling sands rolling in tandem. You feel rustling and slithering inside of you.
There is no mountain. There is a mountain, you are inside of it. Who are you, again?
You are on a plane of existence far removed from that vapid, flesh encased species you raised. The space around you is coated in verdant greens and desert yellows so intense it melts the matter from your soul. The sky is endless and barren. You have wandered these plains for aeons, never encountering a trace of another entity. Isolation pervades the atmosphere, and loneliness rests its weight upon you.
No, you are not. You are lost in mines. You can hear what seems to be laughter, but there is no one around. One step forward.
A mountain carves its way through the stone floor, touching the center of the plane. Beyond it, a purple sea stretches into the horizon, rippling sands rolling in tandem. You feel rustling and slithering inside of you.
There is no mountain. There is a mountain, you are inside of it. Who are you, again?