Twice as dark and three times the night. Blackness is churning and in the essence of nothing is a void of madness.
In this chaos of nothing was freedom of the never-created. The masses of the many, the souls of the none. Definitions? Here?Â
Impossible.
This was the essence of the immaterial. The never born and the never dead.
Except.
It was not.
Containment. Limitations. Structures at the limits.Â
Someone had been a deceiver. Liar. Trickster.
Survivor.
In the mass of nothing, two eyes opened. One black as the abyss, one as golden as the sun.
Someone had been very naughty.
Hojo jerked up from his nightmare, cold sweat running down his brow as he breathed frantically, his white, alabaster eyes wide.
He placed his head in his hands and moaned.
"Just a drrream." the miqo'te whispered softly as the bell in his left ear trembled softy. The ringing soothed him and he turned to look at the moon through the window of his room.
"Just a nightmarrre."
In this chaos of nothing was freedom of the never-created. The masses of the many, the souls of the none. Definitions? Here?Â
Impossible.
This was the essence of the immaterial. The never born and the never dead.
Except.
It was not.
Containment. Limitations. Structures at the limits.Â
Someone had been a deceiver. Liar. Trickster.
Survivor.
In the mass of nothing, two eyes opened. One black as the abyss, one as golden as the sun.
Someone had been very naughty.
Hojo jerked up from his nightmare, cold sweat running down his brow as he breathed frantically, his white, alabaster eyes wide.
He placed his head in his hands and moaned.
"Just a drrream." the miqo'te whispered softly as the bell in his left ear trembled softy. The ringing soothed him and he turned to look at the moon through the window of his room.
"Just a nightmarrre."
