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Call Of The Void

Here you are, unaware of how miniscule, how insignificant, or how you don't even matter in this small fraction of this inconceivable universe.

You're standing alone, in the middle of the desolation, you just survived the panic and the chaos that happened last night. You're lucky you were sleeping when it came. Everything is in a state like it's the aftermath of a war. Buildings that collapsed, even split in half. Fractured roads, and the sight of the countless scattered dead bodies around, shadowed by the massive flock of crows flying above you. You couldn't understand the devastation.

Looking at the blood sky, you asked, "What just happened?". That innate curiousity is what makes you humans special. I just couldn't get enough of it. It's my meaningless entertainment.

Watching you fathom the unfathomable.

That expression is euphoric. And the reason expressions get repeated throughout images, sentences, is not because their creator is especially skilled at their creation but because one suffers from some fundamental complex. Ask yourself, why are you suffering now?

The fear of the unknown is the oldest kind of fear, dating back even before the human civilization began. Was it just an nstinct or your own evolutionary trait for survival? Even believing to mere illusions just to have that sense of safety — your philosophical suicide called "faith". Can't you just accept it? Ought to push what you feel is supposed to be on its place. You're too afraid of the unknown that you make up things that will give you a false beliefs, veiled in deviation, and answers that are made of fabrics of lies — a great sham, I believe.

But, it doesn't matter what you think. Your minds are complicated beasts. A mind that will contradict itself a million times, letting you believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truth. Your mind will punish you for believing both. You're feeling that, don't you? That writhing fear that slowly eats away your sanity, wondering if you're the only one remaining but I don't mind that unnecessary narcissism.

Humans, ever since the beginning, were always selfish.

You thought you have the power to control the world, taking what you claimed as yours. You killed nature, this planet, everything you can grasp with those sinful hands. All steal, and from all, something is stolen. You can’t help it. That’s what you all lot are. Steal, and be stolen. Follow, and be followed. Do, and be done. Assert, and nullify, then repeat. You fight ceaselessly to save yourselves from loss but only become unaware of that bitter ending.

All will fall. Ha, humanity and your revolting vices. But the time has come. This is the black dogma.

You ran after seeing those beak-faced humanoids. I can feel your fear. You can run, but we walk faster. The sky opened and you saw those countless appendages reaching for the ground. Swarms of beings you could never perceive rained down from the sky. You fell in your knees, completely giving up. Your sanity is slowly turning into spiralling madness.

This is the primordial order.

I appeared in front of you. An abomination with a face of a crow, pincers for hands and tentacles wriggling in my spine. You stared in my black eyes, looking right into oblivion. You reached for my hand because you've finally realized.

"I've always dreamed that this day would come."

No matter how you try, you cannot penetrate the walls of this frame's reasoning and comprehension. Choose to live up to the black dogma; a path that is far from standard comprehension and manifest its chaotic tendrils, wrapping you in incomprehensible extremities and breach the surface, sink every ship that will sail like a Krakken from the abyss.

I have taken all your fear, there's no need to feel more. Move a leg as I move a string.

I am your Messiah, my cosmic Marionette.