The Perfect Storm Onto Life
It has always been said, that before every Storm, there is silence. An encroaching stillness, it can consume everything until it is naguht. Before any mighty gale, before any rain, before even mighty maelstrom, there is nothing. Even in what seems mindless destruction and waste, there is life. Life, with such frivolous and fortuitous invigoration and hope, seemingly immeasurable with its resilience to the Storm and stillness of Eternity. Even with the bleak oppression the Storm brings, Life continues. Unhindered and Unknowing of its eventual collapse. Thus the next Storm is born, the final Storm. The Storm Life brings onto its own existence. The Perfect Storm, continuing until all is brought to its ultimate Oblivion. There is no salvation or respite from it, only only the encroaching Darkness Of Stillness. Thus is the purge of the Storm.