There has never been enough light to cover the world all at once, and now as it begins to fade with permanency, so has your solace as now begins the beating heart of rage. I watch from above, as the day begins to fade, as the cold begins to settle in, as every last bit of colors starts to decay; it causes me zero grief for the call of the void has long since reached out to me, almost as if I am the only one left aware that once this reality dissipates – it will mark the end. We may not be deserving of the fates that come to pass these day’s, but soon enough, all forces must seek out and settle; like a panic among the masses, everyone searching for food and shelter.
Seeing how it all would come to an end was my only vision in motion since I set foot into this form, and seeing how far this darkness could go was my only true desire – for though I am running out of time, the acts of pushing, pursuing, and consuming are all that brings me comfort in this line – but even these cycles must soon meet their end. So tie me up and encapsulate me in a vessel with this violent light, watch me strangle and seize what remains of this cosmic force as I simultaneously, and desperately, reach for a new state to lead. Because what I am now, and who I’ve become since the dying of the last sun are beginning to be erased faster than ever before, and now what shall remain upon the next night sky must be enough to lead me to oblivion, enough to hold me together until all else shatters to dust. I yearn for secrets, keys, and scenes to be unveiled to me; for flames to consume me, and for obsidian to devour me; for strength of the gods, and hunger like the wild beasts and abominations that have once walked the lands, for discipline strong enough to hold this chrysalis together. For once this morphing is done, and once this sun is no more, the blood will spill, and the violence will begin again; a violent light, and a blackened night born anew is all I dream of now.
