In a far off place, in an infinite space, Hayner loses himself in the preambles of words and the infinite possibilities of other worlds.
There's a hand reaching out of a wormhole, the black velvet of void and the dreams of The Idiot God Himself. Fingers, calloused and gentle, reaches out to grab an appendage the color of dieing stars, languid metals and liquid dreams. And out of the crushed stardust, the recycled ashes of the phoenix, a new star is born.
"Name?" sweet, graceful, Hayner asks with a tongue that twilight will never set.
Cobalt eyes, a mixture of nickel and silver, sneer with distrust and reluctance. Claws of nightmare nebulas slash with molten words. Shadows of the End bite the hands of The Creator, the one who breathes breathe into the salutation. Metallic eyes scan the metaphorical blood streaming down the wounds of creation.
New solar systems begin from the corrosive drops of the blood, newly hatched suns are catering to their own forms of life as The Creator breathes malice with the use of iodized words.
Life is formed, and, with a bang, Seifer sees the Blind God and his court of nameless fools.
Hands seek for shelter, and worlds are flourishing in war. Lips meet, and worlds collapse in a nuclear fission.
The Idiot God sneers among his throne of twisted buildings, and suddenly where the creator and created are standing with their salutations exempt, there is only an ocean of twilight.
Blood circulating around the newly formed ineptness of a regretting galaxy.
Motion will never end, and, what seems like love, will always swallow worlds whole.
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