S0metimes, there's this...seething anger burning at the back 0f my brain. A v0ice I 0nce heard. A flicker 0f flames, waiting, t0 burst 0ut t0 tear apart this universe that s00n will be filled with ripples 0f spacetime c0ntinuum. If, 0nly it stayed a little l0nger, I c0uld reach in. And sc00p it 0ut. A part 0f me that was 0nce, with0ut stagnance. S00n, it will return t0 that same n0thingness. A universe, crafted 0ut 0f v0id.
im havvin a little trouble parsin the imagery here toots just to make sure im on the same page as you is returnin the spark to nothin a metaphor for destroyin it or the univverse
It can be, prince. As much as b0th 0f us are agents 0f cha0s, there's creati0n fr0m death. All functi0ns, whether t0 wither 0r bl00m, will always result in the same path as always.
as cryptic yet existentislly horrifyin as evver, i see eh its good to knoww ya aint changed, not evverybody needs to get lectured into that sorta turn on a caegar type a revvelation
Y0u misunderst00d, Eridan. This, isn't a less0n t0 be taught. It's just the nature 0f the veridicti0n. We are already threading the universe, as y0u and I are speaking. There's n0 st0pping it. Only the wait.
my point exactly, im referrin as per alwways to myself an howw you didnt need to change on account a you alwways bein a decent gal despite your at times confusin patterns a speech but i suppose i oughta be takin that aforementioned threadin the univverse business as a sign a dare i say hope the wworld is wwnat ya make of it or somethin