Infantesimal Decibel

//I wrote this a while ago, under the moniker of Lark. Figured I would post it here as this is my permanent space now.//

Lark.

The dark before the singularity.

I will end the world. It will be swift. Everything will become nothing, nothingness will become null. And in my last breath I will invert the universe, so that you might gaze upon what you have destroyed. You will stare deeply into your own eyes, those same eyes that gazed into mine with arrogance and defiance.

You will weep.

I will laugh.

Jubilance through Chaos is such an interesting concept, maybe because so few beings are able to see the pattern woven throughout the uncertainty. So few beings are able to perceive the constellations formed by the empty spaces between the stars. It is too great a gift for mortals, I know that know. I gave it to you in a fit of delusion.

Fool.

You possessed an ability unlike any of your peers. I gave you the gift of truth, of sight, of secret.

Looking at the pages hastily scribed in dark blue ink, I realize my error.

Gods should not love mortals.

I bestowed upon you the most impartial and infinite of gifts. And now I shall have to clean up the mess that I have created. It is my fault for trusting you.

But, alas, now you must die.

Don’t fear it. I still love you. It will be quick. Your mind will open, and life will spill forth and all around. It is not as you think it is – there is no light, no door. Only deafening silence – just long enough for you to regret, and then nothing.

Death is not a road, to awe or anywhere else. It is not a path nor a transition. It is a mighty crevasse that opens beneath you and swallows you whole. As you approach absolution, all light fades, all feeling fades. You know that you are falling, because you can’t feel anything, but there is nothing else. No wind, no sound. And then, everything all at once, for you not only ended your life, but the existence of the entire universe.

But, you brought this upon yourself.

Adieu.

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