And All Things Will End
You shift your weight, and arrive at the apex of the rising mound. It is not a mountain, but a primitive tower. Its scaffolds have long since crumbled, and its windows look out onto ruins. You stand atop it, and feel the cold rock beneath your quivering belly. A thrust, and you fall to your knees.
No, none of this is true. That is someone else. Stay focused on yourself. There is cold rock beneath you. You are tired. You fall to your knees. Your eyes flicker.
You have been banished from the realm of the First since the beginning of your True Memory. They grasped your from there, pinned down your writhing breath, severed your igneous tentacles, and shredded you down to the last quark. This quark was given to HE, who threw it as far as the East is from the West. You arrived here, and rebuilt yourself from the disused wasted atoms. You rebuilt that which lives inside of you, as well.
This being came from the copulation of you and the First, an action that wracked the minds of many. Your spawn wriggles and stabs at you, as though it wants to detach itself.
There is nothing inside of you. There is nothing.
No, none of this is true. That is someone else. Stay focused on yourself. There is cold rock beneath you. You are tired. You fall to your knees. Your eyes flicker.
You have been banished from the realm of the First since the beginning of your True Memory. They grasped your from there, pinned down your writhing breath, severed your igneous tentacles, and shredded you down to the last quark. This quark was given to HE, who threw it as far as the East is from the West. You arrived here, and rebuilt yourself from the disused wasted atoms. You rebuilt that which lives inside of you, as well.
This being came from the copulation of you and the First, an action that wracked the minds of many. Your spawn wriggles and stabs at you, as though it wants to detach itself.
There is nothing inside of you. There is nothing.