>>6839297on the back of my eyelids is printed an epic mural. depicted on it are infinitely detailed horrors beyond my compression. as I gaze at it's glory and it's terror I cannot but feel a paralysing fear in the very depths of my sole. yet I cannot look away. although every second I see this bright peaceful world, I feel like a drowning man braking the surface in his last seconds of life, I also long to be back in my pit of ultimate despair. for in there, and only in there can I see hope. to see the universe laid bare in it's most fabulous glory, is not something that can be done is the blinding light of the sun. such is the reasoning behind my obsession. yet there is no hope is this dreadful tapestry of fates. like the stars that give the night it's beauty. the images of hope with which I am so entranced are nothing but distant, unreachable dreams. like Narcissus I lay gazing, longing for that which I may never have. I know that soon you will all join my at the lakeside. and as we look out at the grim darkness that has enveloped is all. our fear will turn into euphoria as we accept our fate at the hands of something we can never understand. we embrace loosing our fear of the unknown, the thing that makes is sentient; the thing that us us. our time is short. you may chose to ignore me and this warning, you may not. it makes no difference. the end is set in stone and the winds of time and of fate that drive us ever closer to the jagged shores of our fate cannot be change by any god nor mortal. enjoy what peace you have remaining. so that when you must march bravery into the darkness, you need not be weighed down by regret.
