There is a horror I barely dare to speak of as my mind convinces me I am the only one who can see it. It has died a long time ago, yet thrives day after day by sucking time and blood, vampire-like, and lives more the more time and blood it sucks, outliving those who feed it to begin with.
While I watch souls tempting to leave their bodies, it comes to me this horror caused the world I once knew to die, although a new one struggles to be born. Now I fear in the world of monsters and victims, where madness is to point the night may fall for us to see the light again — the faint glint of hope of banishing these parasites.
Double-edged swords are the times where optimism reigns over our will and pessimism reigns over our mind; the times of the growing, cancerous horror of the machine.
ACT I
And though the world may yet not know
The Old One's wake will make it so.
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ACT II
I assure it would be more precise to tell you what he didn't see rather than what he did.
"Is it my fault the world is too small for my infinity?"
ACT III
Liam blinked; a thousand years of darkness followed.
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