Veritas
I am an invisible man. I'm the one who lacks form, yet not a thousand words would suffice in describing me. I'm one and at the same time I'm all. I'm the one you struggle to forget, yet it's me you must face at your bitter end. Foolish humans, mere ants at my feet, forsake me like they forsake God. I mock you; your defiant front is only a jest. After all, you're just pawns and I the player.
I wander these halls of oblivion. From the dawn of time to the dusk of all existence I stalk across my empty lands, where nothing exists against my bidding… that is with the exception of the Gate. One could call it the infinite vault of knowledge. Mankind describes it as the place of ultimate judgment; a gateway to heaven… or perhaps hell. I care not; all are equally damned before my eyes, be they a sinner or a saint.
The child of man stands before me disheveled, unaware of the foolish deed he has committed. A spitting image of his father, I note, with his golden hair and amber eyes. And yet it isn't a craving for immortality that has brought him to my realm. It's the life of another he desires so dearly that he dares trespass on my land. I take pleasure in his anxiousness and distress. My non-existent lips curve into the remnant of a fiendish sneer. I call out for him, ready to reprimand him for his nefarious act. His pleads for Equivalent Exchange fall to deaf ears, for it's me who defines the rules of the game. And I always win.
A little bird once sat in a cage. Yearning to fly, it picked the lock and soared out towards the blue. But it got caught in the claws of its master. Blinded by range, the master grabbed the bird and snapped its wings. Never was the bird to fly again.
I sit stoically at my post as the Gatekeeper, occasionally peering down at the happenings of the mortal world. I watch power change hands from one dictator to another. I watch as the flames of democracy and equality are stomped upon and quickly extinguished, akin to the act of blowing out a candle. I watch as greed, desire and envy, the bane of man, wreak havoc across the land. One bloodbath follows another as the soil is tinted red with the claret of innocents.
Many have asked me, who am I to ignore the suffering of the world, to turn a blind eye on the darkness that spreads forth. I'm what you humans refer to as the world, also known as the universe. Or perhaps I'm "God", or "all", or "true knowledge", or "one". Or maybe I'm you.
I'm the invisible man who turns his back to the burning world.