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Unforgiving
I would like to think that this is some sort of horrible nightmare,
if I knew that I could dream. That seems probable does it not? I drift
here, in the presence of the King of Dreams, of the Shaper of Nightmares,
of Lord Morpheus; this could be just another one of his well crafted
imaginings. I know that it is not though. I know this is real, though how
can I question the reality of a dream in the heart of dreaming?
Remiel speaks, and I continue to hover above the ground, though I can
feel myself slowly slipping, I continue to observe and I continue to
listen, the two things that I seem to be good at. He is reporting to Lord
Dream what I already know. I hope my eyes do not betray me, I plead to the
Name that I will be able to stand strong through this. I deserve that much
do I not? I will soon be cast forever out of his grace.
An eternity. I have heard many things in my existence one was the
answer of what eternity was. There is the largest mountain in existence,
every thousand years a bird sharpens it's beak on the peek of it, when the
mountain has worn down to nothing; the first second of eternity will have
passed. For that long. away from Him, away from all I have ever known.
Never again will I live in the Silver City...
It was inevitable, there needed to be a Hell, to make Heaven have a
meaning. There needed to be a shadow. Why was I chosen to rule that
shadow? Remiel is still speaking. He is still denying all of this. I can
feel my self lowering again. He wants his burden to pass? Do we both not? I
can not believe this! Why, it is true, we have never offended the Name. If
I was to rebel, what would I do? Get myself cast into Hell? Of course that
would help would it not? Obviously my last plea to Him has gone
unanswered, for I can feel my hands trembling as I once again lower myself.
My eyes have become blurred, my unneeded breath catches in my chest and I
barely suppress a cry. I can not allow this to happen. I will take this, I
will accept this. I will take the burden meant for both of us, and I will
take it alone. I am so close; I am mere breath away from the ground.
Slowly, I wrap my arms around myself and I listen as Remiel contiues to
scream his protest.
"I would rebel but if I did, where would I go? Lord, let this burden pass
from me! "
My breath is ragged and pained; I am trying to resist breaking down. Closer
and closer still to the ground; I gulp as I feel the cold dirty floor
beneath my bare feet. I can not take it, my vision is so blurred, my chest
his burning. I slowly reach out my hand. The key feels so cold and
unforgiving.
Unforgiving
I would like to think that this is some sort of horrible nightmare,
if I knew that I could dream. That seems probable does it not? I drift
here, in the presence of the King of Dreams, of the Shaper of Nightmares,
of Lord Morpheus; this could be just another one of his well crafted
imaginings. I know that it is not though. I know this is real, though how
can I question the reality of a dream in the heart of dreaming?
Remiel speaks, and I continue to hover above the ground, though I can
feel myself slowly slipping, I continue to observe and I continue to
listen, the two things that I seem to be good at. He is reporting to Lord
Dream what I already know. I hope my eyes do not betray me, I plead to the
Name that I will be able to stand strong through this. I deserve that much
do I not? I will soon be cast forever out of his grace.
An eternity. I have heard many things in my existence one was the
answer of what eternity was. There is the largest mountain in existence,
every thousand years a bird sharpens it's beak on the peek of it, when the
mountain has worn down to nothing; the first second of eternity will have
passed. For that long. away from Him, away from all I have ever known.
Never again will I live in the Silver City...
It was inevitable, there needed to be a Hell, to make Heaven have a
meaning. There needed to be a shadow. Why was I chosen to rule that
shadow? Remiel is still speaking. He is still denying all of this. I can
feel my self lowering again. He wants his burden to pass? Do we both not? I
can not believe this! Why, it is true, we have never offended the Name. If
I was to rebel, what would I do? Get myself cast into Hell? Of course that
would help would it not? Obviously my last plea to Him has gone
unanswered, for I can feel my hands trembling as I once again lower myself.
My eyes have become blurred, my unneeded breath catches in my chest and I
barely suppress a cry. I can not allow this to happen. I will take this, I
will accept this. I will take the burden meant for both of us, and I will
take it alone. I am so close; I am mere breath away from the ground.
Slowly, I wrap my arms around myself and I listen as Remiel contiues to
scream his protest.
"I would rebel but if I did, where would I go? Lord, let this burden pass
from me! "
My breath is ragged and pained; I am trying to resist breaking down. Closer
and closer still to the ground; I gulp as I feel the cold dirty floor
beneath my bare feet. I can not take it, my vision is so blurred, my chest
his burning. I slowly reach out my hand. The key feels so cold and
unforgiving.