-- [Handle.. changing?] -- -- [empyryedMetamorphosis!] is now [empyreadMetamorphosis!] -- Enough, the three-headed kraken's court has held up your naked soul against the inheritors battlefield and looked right through it, close your eyes and /know/, this is who you are: you're tired, afraid, sad, hungry and in pain. but most of all: confused. Yet, like a battering-ram, you charge ever onwards, reeling back and forth, endlessly slamming against the gate of a fortress. Thud.. Thud.. Thud... Each slam, each batter against the gate, you /know/ it will go down, all gates do. you are the be-all end all of gates, their inevitable, spiteful end, watching as it crumbles before you, before your might. it feels.. comforting, yet- oddly enough, you feel this same withering.. yet you do not resist. you embrace, its what occurs to every person, eventually, whilst your first couple of attempts at breaking the gate had failed, you had no fear of it, you just keep battering, kept slamming onwards, because failure is.. a necessity, for without it, how would anything grow? you remember every time, you, the battering ram, had shattered against a gate, of how your splinters spread across the place, maybe the wood was not strong enough? or maybe the gate was too strong. but either way, you remember every, single, time, you have been sundered apart, but you continue onwards. you remember the rules, the structures of the physics that create you, the precise actions done by engineers whom had crafted you for such a purpose, the mathematic equations flowing within your head. Like gears working in clockwork, or lines of code, yet all inevitably rots. such doesn't scare you anymore, it feels familiar, like an old friend, an old friend whom happens to be you. #totality
i’ve never gotten to witness trans(enden(e like this before. even through words on a s(reen