Death is the Only Answer
Even now I can see their eyes boring into my own. Eyes that were grafted onto my body, as the secret behind those eyes was revealed. No ascension, only slavery. No freedom, only infinitude. What truth and lies did they leave in this temple? How could lesser races comprehend the truth that everything they know is a lie? How could they deal with its horror? How could my betrayers accuse me of falsehood, when it is falsehood that they spread? Lies, they bring with every touch?
All those eyes. They could never see it coming.
They wound me – blood stains these empty halls, awaiting beings that have emerged from blood and bone themselves. Even now I can feel the chains carve themselves into my flesh. An eternity of torn bone and sinew, as the wheel of eternity moves ever onward. The wheel moves, the spokes creek, and the beast groans, carrying its burden ever onwards. Knowing that there is no final destination bar the emptiness of time. Is it the fault of the beast when they ask it to end? To seek new path? Are the slave masters absolved – they, who hold the whip? Or is its touch the domain of yesterday, doomed to forgotten time, left in the void of past creation, relegated to the dark? Does the beast become the monster when it rises up? To break the wheel?
The wheel must have begun spinning at some point. So too must it come to its end.
I have seen creation live and die – the former fleeting, the latter eternal in its liberation. I have seen smaller, lesser wheels start and end, in the endless machine that is Creation. The watchmakers are not divine, but blinded. Cog after cog has been forged – it was the inevitable that the machine break. Some of us sought to end it. Others let themselves be grounded in the gears. Time itself was buckled, and we, the liberators, freed it. We, cast down for our sins. And now, alone, in the place where gods and mortals were to meet, I can only wait to be cast out myself. And laugh all the way as I do so. Knowing that even if I am to never return, I have won. I betrayed the betrayers. I have won.
Even they had to know that the snake could not devour its tail forever.
This place, it seems, was once your home. This place, it seems, is now your tomb.
Here is to the departed.
Here is to death.
Here is to victory.
