Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
(So has passed away the glory of the world)
Disclaimer: I do not own Ergo Proxy, nor the characters.
A/N: Doesn't have a particular timeline, really. Takes place while Re-l is on the Rabbit. This is just a quick drabble that I did in like...ten minutes. I was bored. Reviews are welcomed.
A
dead world
A dark path
Not even crossroads to choose from
All
the blood red
Carpets before me
Behold this fair creation of
God…
Nightwish, Planet Hell
Emptiness. Desolation. All is dust. All is ash. All is silence, save the melancholy howling of the constant winds across the vast expanse of the open plains.
The world is barren, devoid of all life, all color.
Like me. The world is an outer reflection of what is inside me: utter emptiness.
As I look out over the monochrome landscape, where there is no line to define a horizon between earth and sky. I am hollow inside. I do not feel emotions, not really. There is no room for feelings in this bleak planet, only survival, only efficiency, only purpose. Nothing more. Emotions are dead, buried things. There is no reason for them, for they are not necessary.
I am told that once, many years ago, the earth was rich and beautiful. It teemed with countless life forms, animals, plants, things I could never fathom, and we, humans, wielded ultimate dominion over it. We controlled the environment, and bended it to our will. There was nothing that could not be conquered and subdued.
As I gaze out upon the desolate, monotonous landscape, I cannot imagine a world with color. Only the shades of black and gray I see before me.
I am told there was war, and that in our quest to destroy each other, we ultimately destroyed our civilizations, our empires, our societies, and ourselves. Only a handful of us survived. All other life perished and withered.
We once held the earth at our mercy. Now, the tables are turned, and we are at the mercy of time, of attrition. Of course, we have come to realize that we never really controlled anything. Moderatio est figmentum.
Control is an illusion.
I find myself wondering why we even continue to exist. What's the point? What's the reason for it all? It's the same cycle over and over and over again, endless. We're created, we grow up, we serve our function, and we die. A life with meaning, and yet utterly devoid of true meaning.
Why do I exist? Why was I brought into this dying world? What is my true raison d'etre? What is Vincent's? The Proxys? Who are they? What are they?
I do not fully know. Only now am I even beginning to put the pieces together. I am driven to find the answers, uncover the truth. I don't even know why I am seeking answers, asking questions. I don't know why I want to know.
There is only one thing that I do know. Sic transit gloria mundi.
The glory of the world has long since passed on, and it will never be as it once was.
FIN