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Sacred Shadow's Epitaph
Mar. 13th, 2025 12:48 amThe memory writhes.
It transcends millenia and lifetimes.
It warns and I still understand.
It is worse to forget a fallen friend than it is to remember their terrible end. At least then the sacrifices meant something. I promised to never forget despite this terror of knowing. An endless void emerges from the oblivion between universes. An unnatural, inky blackness darker than anything in the known universe is the start and end of the reaches of your understanding. Your first and last warning within the span of a second.
Witness within two crimson eyes the sum of all hatred, anger and evil of reality compacted into a point smaller than a neutron star but heavier than a black hole. A mortal mind was not made to withstand or experience it. The frays of the mind may find itself unraveling. Determination trained me to withstand this forever. This few second glimpse into infinite madness offers a glimpse into utter devastation; devastation the likes that this universe has never seen before. Something once thought elusive that causes such infinite suffering beyond any apprehension is a force that must not be ignored.
A fallen entity of infinite power, the creator of all that seeks to undo all that has been done.It wishes to deliver the universe back into emptiness. It hates for the aim of hating. It wishes to see you suffer solely for existing. It is beyond reasoning. Running only prolongs your suffering. Begging does nothing, praying yields no results because there are no other gods.This was the creature you were praying for all along since the beginning of time.This entity laughs at your pleas, feeding into its endless disease like an unnatural war machine. It grows in strength with its sadistic cackles. Nothing will save this universe but yourselves.
This entity can be seen in the minds of others. Their screams for help are unheard in the presence of such a primordial evil which engulfs everything they ever were.
It incinerates them from the inside out. Instead, the monster screams through them all in unison. This sickening shadow burns all. By all costs, such a malevolent entity must be destroyed before it metastasizes. The blemish of this ancient existence must be cauterized from all traces of permanence. All the pain and suffering it has caused must be reflected back towards the sender a hundredfold.
Severing yourself from this creature allows you to escape this nightmare but allows you to enter a different one: reality. It lets you see the puppetmaster in the eye and not above you holding your strings. It no longer uses its own voice to speak through you even as you glimpse into the red haze of primal anger. All of this knowledge gained from one glimpse into this creature’s realm. No amount of horror dominates this obscene vision. The infinite abomination has no equal rival.
The veteran mind is forever inoculated against this insanity. Immune to these terrors in mind. Is this knowledge worse to the beholder or the beheld? This question can never be answered. Only a will of unhuman steel can send you through.
Too many died. But I saw the end. A curse or a blessing? A pity that I do not remember more, the only survivor here to share this cursed knowing.
