Creature Speak

I never thought my life would make it this long, and that's why my bones think I’m already dead, 
crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crum­bling. 
The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. 
And grains of the planes contained in a single world fall through the hands of the Universe into a grand abyss, where nothing and no one knows yet what to become. 

Only an ocean of memories and dreams can see there, when the darkness glimmers a little, like a trillion stars made of Night in the spasms of the past, or the throes of possibility.

I never thought my life would make it this long, and I was right; it didn’t, for I am never altogether here.
The Great Void is in my veins, pumping dusky shades into my heart, while my mind always finds the night hiding beneath fragile surfaces and structures that can’t seem to let go of a shape they never could hold. 
Parts grow weathered when they don’t fit together as I become the shore of my own eternity. 

The beauty in Annihilation is in the moment when the pressure finally ceases, and all of our pieces can relax, tired of all the forms that becoming required.

When there is nothing more to be, and a Goddess breathes, I can dissolve on the breeze and I will join the sands of the Obsidian Shore where everyone sleeps before they are carried into the Cosmic Sea by the constant waves of that stunning darkness who knows only this: 

The absence of light makes for a wondrous time in the mystery that comes before every new dawn.

And I am ready for The Great Unknown.

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