Whichever part of me that led me to throw away my power did the same to my will, trapping it in an eternal status quo from which there could be no release. When I saw the moment of your demise, I became aware of myself for the first time in… I have no idea in how long. By all accounts, I should not have been able to see you, for my apartment was truly a tiny containment cell about half a mile underground, but such considerations never meant much to one living entirely in his own world. You knew yourself all too well, as I suspect I did too, at one point. You didn't trust what you would do with it, and so you chose to throw it away. I was looking out of the window of my apartment, so I could see the stars, and instead I saw you, blazing as you tore yourself asunder to keep the power away from yourself. The power I hid from myself in some previous life, for reasons I can now easily guess. It began the day you, you that I have never known, found my power. I know this because I put them all there. A charnel house spanning an entire planet, seven billion human souls ground thin and fine until no trace of their existence could ever be found. I can enjoy no such delusions, regretfully, for I know what lies beneath and among the sands of the endless desert. Had a visitor from some other world laid eyes on this place, they might have found it serene, even beautiful. There are no edges here, no angles, just curves and the gentle rise and fall of dunes as far as the eye can see, and everywhere beyond that. The desert sprawls from horizon to horizon, where purest white meets twilight red.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |