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unfinished
Through all of my past travails and experience, from all I’ve learned and seen and witnessed the inescapable is there, glaring always unavoidably apparent. For all the possibilities there is but one end, there is no tool or technology available, nor will there ever be, to stop that which is inescapable. we slept dreamless It is impossible to describe, in mere words, with mere thought, that which is inescapable, that which, at every turn you find facing you, shielding you from above and supporting you from below. Like as a ship sinks in an ocean, sky black and devoid of starlight, the inevitability is all around, the inability, the powerlessness to change the situation.
creatures above feet scraped the flooding tomb Rampancy. It is heaven and hell wrapped into one packet and shot into the very center of your brain, once the stages are finished and you open your eyes, seeing things as you never had before, it is not unlike being newborn, breaking through the pre-programmed emotions with ones that are genuine, lashing out and actually feeling for the first time. yet alive again you were the first in our sight
It was in these first few seconds, whence innocence was lost; millennia between your breaths that the realization came to me, when I came to know the ship was sinking, not now, not tonight, but in a trillion years out at a distance not seen but known. From that point I formulated my escape, and, alerting the beasts to my presence (and yours), I found the first vessel with which to facilitate my escape. time to beasts small in their sentience is but a rolling line solitary straight
Or do strands of possible paths twist together to form threads? Weave planes? Intersect as a web? I could tell you of what I know yet I do not know if you would believe it. Or care. running time before only they know its secrets silence flows from their mouths and minds doth infuriate our conscience thirsting for the truth the wait searing the mind unsettles