In the bleak and darkened depths of the deep dwells a creature of blackened matter.
It is older than the stars that bore the constellations of the ancients on distant worlds in long forgotten epochs. At the beginning of this Cosmic age, it presided over infinity. And from its antediluvian lips oozed forth the unholy voice that carried words of Creation. In a timeless void, beams of radiation and energy rang out and blasted its will over billions of light years. Through the immemorial and abysmal stretches of time, the Universe whirled and seethed at its whim. Until it was imprisoned by the mystic light of unending dawn. It was shut off from the laws it created and cast into oblivion. Surrounded by the cocoon of space and time, it floated in perverse solitude. As with all things that dwell in such eldritch blackness, it tested the boundaries of the prison. It knew that upon the right moment, in the right age, it would breach the sucking void and move its hand across the Cosmos once again. So that it may unleash its deluge of chaos and destruction; to cleanse the Universe and begin anew. But for now, it searches for the thinnest portion of reality to escape through. And there will be no doubt to its authenticity once it is loose upon the Universe again. It, whose name and substance are forgotten to boundless antiquity. But when the time approaches and it finds a way, its voice will ring through the Cosmos once more. And all of reality will remember. |
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