And All Things Will End
You surge toward the water across the sweeping fields. The ground is white and soft around the water. When you reach the edge, you crawl into the cool liquid. It drags you down with surprising speed. You have no requirement for oxygen, so you allow yourself to succumb to the depths. A light shines at the edge of the water. Underneath you can see the floor. It is comprised of clean rolling hills of dirt and lightly coated with grass.
No, you are not in water. You are in a cave. The darkness is as thick as water.
When you reach the bottom you realize that the surface of the water was the sky, and the surface on which you walked was the clouds hanging in it. The color sparkles through the filter, painting the land in a prismatic myriad of colors.
A thrust, and you fall to your knees.
There is no sky here. There is nothing.
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.
No, you are not in water. You are in a cave. The darkness is as thick as water.
When you reach the bottom you realize that the surface of the water was the sky, and the surface on which you walked was the clouds hanging in it. The color sparkles through the filter, painting the land in a prismatic myriad of colors.
A thrust, and you fall to your knees.
There is no sky here. There is nothing.
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.