existence is beautiful if you let it be. Life is not a question, it does not require an answer
There is a world in the great void where all things are made of razors and glass. Pity anything of simple, soft flesh that goes there.
The glass is thirsty. It is brittle and crystalline, and so very beautiful to behold - but it must drink.
You will go there and you will forget my warning.
Then it will cut you with an edge so fine you will feel no pain, and only as your life gushes out to dampen the cracked and broken landscape will this come back to you. Too late. Too late.
Open the sky and be our eyes. Find and know us. We await you.
These worlds were yours. I wanted to ākkzkzkktā I wanted to see what you would do with eternity. I wanted to see what you all would become.
Sometimes I dream of the Traveller. I will wear them, in time.
Before this finishes, there will be no concept of you and I, no concept of us and them. We shall all scream as one.
It places its hand against the glass of the Atlas, and the vision ends⦠At the end of all things, it will no longer be alone.



