Alone in emptiness — where stars shine bright —the body reacts to the urge to run, far and far;the leg kicks off from nothing — a path which can't be seen.
"THE MAN" dashes toward something; in his left hand, he holds an orb."THE TRUTH" — glowing an alluring pink — conveys a weight that can't be felt.
The eyes wander: left — right, up — down... a sudden turn — left;a bizarre emerald lighter is lit — casting a comforting lime light.It cuts open the fabric of spacetime.Two steps taken back —a leap of FAITH across —the fabric stitches back up.
The eyes wander again:to the right — Yellow,to the left — Red.THE MAN dashes left — steady and fast.
The lighter is flicked.Again: a rip.Again: a leap of FAITH.The EYES wander once more...
To the left — Red.THE MAN dashes right — fast and faster.
REGRET fills the Heart — a sigh of FRUSTRATION and ANGER.The back is turned.The path followed is Red — back upward.
To the left — Red, to the right — Orange...The lighter is raised —along with Hope and a flicker of Relief.
It fades —with a breeze from the back.To tremble...to rush — away from Danger.
In the middle of the cosmos, two of the Great Entities meet — facing each other.
A mountain of a being — THE DESTRUCTION— soars above THE MAN. From his humongous ear hangs a earring of blank paper, dancing with the energy of the cosmos:
THEWISH.
Separating his lips, a ravine opens:
"WAIT — the path you take is not that of the selfless, but quite the contrary. Have a second thought about the power you hold — it is not mere force... it is THE FORCE."
"SHUT UP." The words from THE MAN split the stars.
"I know you well... Even if I wanted to believe you, this Verse shall not allow me to. Where you and I stand — there is no second thought. We are fated to rip out each other's hearts."
"Very well then."
THE DESTRUCTION, filled with sorrow, draws his heart. He transforms into a being of true Destruction.
THE MAN draws THE BLADE — enchanted with THE FORCE — clinging hard to his TRUTH.
An Epic unfolds — wavering the entire reality
As the end draws near — in favor of THE MAN —
"At last... can I now go fulfill my dream, my friend?"
"...Sorry."
THE DESTRUCTION looks down in shame — not for guilt he has committed, but for the one he is about to.
He plucks THE WISH and prays to it, incomplete:
"Summon.. THE CHAOS."
The blank paper reads the name of the new GREAT ENTITY. It burns bright and loud.
Arms in tangle, THE MAN hears a seductive voice in his right ear:
"Finally... be one with me."
A feminine figure brings him into her veil of poison — the strongest poison:
THE REGRET OF PAST.
The heart grows cold. The orb glows a faint pink. The eyes no longer wander.
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An eternal rest.