For you who read this be warned for what I impart to you is both the potential key to repairing the world I have destroyed, but may also be the key to undoing what remains of reality.
I am gonna speak of ideas and concepts that supersede your life, my name is Meskou I was a shaman of dreams worshipped and praised across my world, but I was envious and dedicated to making life better for all, I sought peace for the people of my world so I dabbled into the minds of my gift dreams.
But I was warned not to cross reality and dream over, but I did and it was a grave mistake.
I pushed my own subconscious mind into the world and it blossomed, not like that of a delicate flower, but of a creeping and volatile plague that ripped and vomited itself to spread across the world as a sight most horrifying as not only did the people of my world start burning from the eyes and bleeding from the soul, other worlds too.
This started the great shattering, it is the true reason for year 0, although this time is truly different to your linear understanding of it with it being curved, grasping its end from the beginning and dragging itself in a perpetual state of movement.
Those that lived through it saw the entirety of their past, future and present as I see it, as a god, most of those that saw it went mad and would have screamed in pain if they had time. You may say that time was moving at a rate of stasis, but this would not account for my birthed subconsciouses rapid consumption of the world, this consumption created the great void a place where nothing sits behind nothing, a place where in comparison to darkness is comforting.
I had left a choice to make, I ripped whatever I could from the world and throw it into the space where the subconscious was within my mind. I too had to flee to my own mind, or else my mind would die with the rest of the world, but as soon as I entered the world shocked and had an immense stroke leaving me petrified as I held up the ceiling of the cavern.
While the remaining people and pieces of the old worlds were brought in they underwent a second transformation, mutating their skin and transforming them into new people with each having fragmented memories of the old worlds. They soon developed different cultures and beliefs of this but I wasn't able to communicate with them as I remained in the stone.
The world remained like this till a group of people, people who somehow were sleeping outside my mind within the void. a place nothing remains, where nothing should exist, I truly can't fathom this even with my countless years of waiting in my petrified state. But these people were responsible for breaking the world out revealing the sky and rewriting the history of the world. I don't know whether anything is real anymore or if it has all been replaced by my dream, but if even the faintest piece is real I want it to know I am sorry. Sorry for a world I couldn't aid, for a world I destroyed and a World I failed to save.
And I remain as a new petrified statue, a lot more elegant than before, but without worship and a tale although it is best I am forgotten in the end.
Those who are able to seek out the knowledge of the world's dream are going to be some of the most powerful influences of the world and they may never know it for they will join me in the ranks of being dispatched from our consciousness.
To the end of the world together I hope that if we ever embrace we may watch the last star darken together in harmony.
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