ultradeoxys

Rupture among the world, bubbles surround me, terror ensues me, I feel my skin tear away as the lifeless corpse of my physical body sinks down and hits the floor. I think and feel the world around me again, warm, lush, and I hear a roar in the distance. It was my son, my creation, my child. His name was brier. He threw his tail into my neck, as it impaled me, I felt my warm life-force spill out. I exploded into him, before running away, into my abyss. When I awoke again to wreak punishment onto my creation, he was there. It was then we battled, I threw myself at his body, he thrust his thorny hide into mine, over the time, we approached a cli

I awoke ferociously. My children learned the powers of the stars. I was angered, and moved to begin punishment. My children built a hill of stones, I heard them laugh and play, but inside, I heard them dying. So I struck. and I struck again, the hill fell. But my children, they hated me, I felt them send spikes of fire at me, they hurt, filled with regret, I go to embrace them, but they swat me away. I punish them, for their ignorance. The pain shook me to the core. I would return again, I knew it, for one of my sons has returned to take my throne.

"What if?" "What if there was light, what is light? Let it be, so that I may see, wait, what is sight? Where am I? More importantly, Who? WHO am I?" I reach out to perceive my new life, as I called it, and I felt the tingle of the realm, I began by creating. I saw there was a vast darkness, so I blew apart my newly create body to sculpt the stars, that was a beautiful name, stars. I as I now saw my newly alight universe, it was me, and I am it, one with word and word with the one, I see and know all, and I began to see there was no places to span off my body, and bring life into the universe. I break apart the flesh of the stars and they

Nothingness, unpercieveable, unknowable, impossible, Greater and lesser, beginning and end, yin, yang, all is one, I am one, stemless plants, rootless seeds, particles unassembled as I begin to think, I am conceived by the single thought, "What if..."