"Through incarnations, some beings do go down. That is to say, they forget. The soul falls into an eclipse of itself and there is a downward progression for a time"
The entity couldn't remember what their name used to be anymore. They spent hundreds of thousands of years here, in this dimension, where there are no celestial bodies to keep count of the time's passage. It could have been millennials, or simply just seconds, they did not know anymore.
In this world, there are no moons nor stars to brighten up the night sky, no sun to signal the start of a brand new day, just green, green skies filled with miasmas that swirled and rolled like the turbulent seas.
The Infinite Realms were nothing like the fading scenes of their dimension that they still sometimes dreamed about. There was no ground to crunch under their feet, no clouds to dance around on the whims of the winds, just floating islands and a deep void of emeralds, its depths never to be seen.
Everything was tinted in a verdant hue, the air, the breeze, the people, their blood, and even their breath.
They drifted in the inbetween, just roaming around waiting for the eclipse. Like a wanderer with no destination floating across the innumerable haunts.
Once, he used to be like the child that desired to eat the sun. Flying so close that it burned them but still kept going, keeping close, just to feel its warmth. The star seemed benevolent, teaching the boy everything it knew, but on its own accord, it was cruel.
Distracted by all the new knowledge, the boy did not notice himself slowly drifting away from reality, how the radiation scorched his skin, reaching towards his soul.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
This boy's world…
Ended in oblivion.