And All Things Will End
Your eyes tear open, and water flows from them. Rivers and rivers snake between your folds of skin, and fall down from the spire like a waterfall oozing from a spring.
The tears do not stop flowing.
How could they? There is no shortage of things to agonize over.
All are drowned beneath the rising tide.
You, who sits in the highest tower, are also overtaken. You do not struggle as the water flows through your lungs and stifles your breath. In your final thought you take one singular moment of solace, knowing that the suffering has ended.
But the water recedes, and Life begins anew.
The tears do not stop flowing.
How could they? There is no shortage of things to agonize over.
All are drowned beneath the rising tide.
You, who sits in the highest tower, are also overtaken. You do not struggle as the water flows through your lungs and stifles your breath. In your final thought you take one singular moment of solace, knowing that the suffering has ended.
But the water recedes, and Life begins anew.