Somewhere in the hollow spaces between your eyes lies a truth you can’t escape: death is inevitable. The emptiness gnaws at you, a relentless reminder that the end is always near. And as I look into my own reflection, I see the same fate written in my gaze. Fear grips me, not of death itself, but of what lies beyond; the great unknown.
But what if the unknown was never there? What if it was always darkness, lurking in the shadows, waiting to envelop us? Don’t shy away; our forms will shift and change, twisted by fate. We've always known this. We've always been destined for oblivion.
You live on your knees, a slave to fear, when you have the power to part the seas. Footsteps mark the sand, tracing a path back to me, back to a familiar dread. Why do you tremble? Change is the only constant. Life is fleeting, and with every moment, pain washes over, cleansing and corroding the soul. Yet, you kneel when you could rise above, footsteps trailing, leading you back to the inevitable.
Grasping at nothing, I find myself at the gates, begging for entry. The flood will come again, drowning all in its path. The wretched and the divine; they coexist within us. Look into your eyes and you’ll see: the void stares back. The darkness has always been there, waiting, knowing. Fear the great beyond no more, for it is gone. Darkness has always been, and always will be.
Do not fear the shifting of our forms; it is our fate to change, to evolve, to decay. The ghost within haunts us all, whispering of the flood that will inevitably return. The wretched and the divine merge in this dance of shadows. Look into the eyes of inevitability and see the darkness that was always there.
Embrace it.
It is our fate, and we are gone.
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