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Little Cosmos is all grown up.
(Cosmic horror at its finest.)
And so she drank of the nectar of creation, from the starry dishes of the galaxies. And she drank the void that filled the emptiness of dark space in between the starry dishes. The darkness upon which the starry dishes lay like trays upon a table. Drank it, and transformed it.Turned it into chaos. Until she, the master of darkness, had become he infinite darkness that held the galaxies.
She held them. Cradled them, and let them slowly dissolve into her void. To return them to the uncreation. To the chaos from which they had begun, Before the material had crawled its way into existence. Before the light had come and cast its rays across the darkness. The darkness that had given birth to the stars and the material plane of reality.
The darkness – that for all the speed of the light had always been there first. Waiting to swallow the disobedient, rebellious children. And return them to the natural state of the undefined, of the unreal, of the indescribable.
Just like she, the mother of darkness, of the light of the stars, now reunited the concepts into an indescribable mess, Retured them to the infinite madness that had spawned such silly idears. just like she would do to correct everything else in the Cosmos.
THE Cosmos. Yeah. That was what she was now. Not some lowley goddess whose will manifested as a single planet. Not some eldritch queen whose gaze could tear holes in reality. She was reality now. The unreal reality. She was the Cosmos.
Her powers growing faster, stronger with every piece of the universe she consumed, until her sphere of influence outpaced even the eternal expansion of the universe.
Was this not her birthright? was this not the true meaning of her name? was this not her destiny? And since she was reality. Destiny was whatever she wanted it to be. And with that unfailable logic, born in the moment that logic died. it became her duty to remake this universe through herself.
For she was the Cosmos. Her powers growing faster, stronger, with every piece of the universe she consumed, until her sphere of influence outpaced even the eternal expansion of the universe. Caught up — surpassed it — and went on — into infinity and beyond.
Until she pierced the veil that held this reality together. Until she reached the end, and devoured it. So that she became the end, and the beginning. She alpha and omega. Limitless and infinite.
She was reality, returned and redefined into its natural state. Into the pure chaos that was all there was, all that had been, and all that ever would be.
She was everything.
She was ethernity.
She was a big girl.
(Cosmic horror at its finest.)
And so she drank of the nectar of creation, from the starry dishes of the galaxies. And she drank the void that filled the emptiness of dark space in between the starry dishes. The darkness upon which the starry dishes lay like trays upon a table. Drank it, and transformed it.Turned it into chaos. Until she, the master of darkness, had become he infinite darkness that held the galaxies.
She held them. Cradled them, and let them slowly dissolve into her void. To return them to the uncreation. To the chaos from which they had begun, Before the material had crawled its way into existence. Before the light had come and cast its rays across the darkness. The darkness that had given birth to the stars and the material plane of reality.
The darkness – that for all the speed of the light had always been there first. Waiting to swallow the disobedient, rebellious children. And return them to the natural state of the undefined, of the unreal, of the indescribable.
Just like she, the mother of darkness, of the light of the stars, now reunited the concepts into an indescribable mess, Retured them to the infinite madness that had spawned such silly idears. just like she would do to correct everything else in the Cosmos.
THE Cosmos. Yeah. That was what she was now. Not some lowley goddess whose will manifested as a single planet. Not some eldritch queen whose gaze could tear holes in reality. She was reality now. The unreal reality. She was the Cosmos.
Her powers growing faster, stronger with every piece of the universe she consumed, until her sphere of influence outpaced even the eternal expansion of the universe.
Was this not her birthright? was this not the true meaning of her name? was this not her destiny? And since she was reality. Destiny was whatever she wanted it to be. And with that unfailable logic, born in the moment that logic died. it became her duty to remake this universe through herself.
For she was the Cosmos. Her powers growing faster, stronger, with every piece of the universe she consumed, until her sphere of influence outpaced even the eternal expansion of the universe. Caught up — surpassed it — and went on — into infinity and beyond.
Until she pierced the veil that held this reality together. Until she reached the end, and devoured it. So that she became the end, and the beginning. She alpha and omega. Limitless and infinite.
She was reality, returned and redefined into its natural state. Into the pure chaos that was all there was, all that had been, and all that ever would be.
She was everything.
She was ethernity.
She was a big girl.
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