- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Conciousness assaulted him brutally.
The soothing waves of absence turned malicious and viciously dashed him on the rocks.
He let out a blood curdling scream, which dissapated into the darkness, leaving a sadistic rumbling in its wake. The silence that followed was tainted by an ecstatic charge in the air, pulsing with every beating of his heart.
The sorrowful figures name was now relevant.
He resisted, he held onto his mercy, but the flame spoke to him.
Let go.
Deep down inside, he uttered "no", but he hadn't the resolve to cling to his humanity any longer.
His scorched muscles untensed, and he let go.
He plummetted down through a fiery rift in time, leaving his shell trembling on the surface. Drained of energy, the formality scream poured forth as a sigh, as he floated to depths unfathomed. His ironic tragedy reconciled all of the misery he had known in his wretched life, from his misconception to his conversation with the stars.
From the void of namelessness he rose and donned many names. He enveloped darkness, he enveloped dawn mist, and he embodied the art of war.