Bittersweet Symphony
Prologue: The Mirrors to the Soul
There was chaos abound.
Under normal circumstances, it would be swirling in the everpresent condition of ataxia that it so represented, consuming all in it's path. Yet this was not in motion, but what seemed to be contained. By law, it is impossible to contain Chaos within one area, since it would only consume it's container before spreading to dissolve all other items of substance. Still, this was an exception, for this was in the belly of a God.
Within this swirling vortex of mass chaos, however, was a sight that should not have been. What seemed to be a human was floating within the Entropy within this God. Not much could be distinguished from this being's form, since the Chaos which so characterized this deity was attempting to consume him. If there were another being within this abdomen, then they would notice glimpses of a silverish blond in the gaps that were being left by the constant assault of Chaos. As more gaps were developing, his skin seemed to be blanched when compared to his surroundings, if chaos could even be called that.
Perhaps the most recognizable feature of this being was not the
pallid tone of his epidermis nor the coloring of his hair, but the eyes of the buoyant figure.
What was so special about those mirrors* was the different shade of the same azure color. When compared together, they presented a conflicting picture of this man.
The right eye, which possessed a cerulean tint, held a deep compassion within them, but it was not on the surface at the moment, but a glint of despair at his predicament. As for the left eye, the shade of sapphire unleashed a conflicting picture of rage & madness. If not for the eyes, then there would be the thought that this soul had accepted his fate.
One thought kept running through this humanoid:
'What keeps thee, Setekh?'
Despite what the eyes had shown, the thought carried an emotionless tinge that those whom he had met found to be chilling. Setekh would not pay any heed however; this warrior had already been consumed.
Now as time passed, there were more changes as this warrior began to fade away. The chaos was not the cause of this change, but of another matter entirely. First, the feet faded into oblivion, followed by the legs. Continuing in a rapid pace, the hips had now vanished. His eyes now closed, the man had now entered a state of nothingness as he awaited his fate. By this point, the condition had progressed to his throat & continued to rise, until, finally, all of him had vanished, leaving the belly of Setekh to once more return to it's natural order.
(This is only the prologue. If people respond, I'll continue.)
Prologue: The Mirrors to the Soul
There was chaos abound.
Under normal circumstances, it would be swirling in the everpresent condition of ataxia that it so represented, consuming all in it's path. Yet this was not in motion, but what seemed to be contained. By law, it is impossible to contain Chaos within one area, since it would only consume it's container before spreading to dissolve all other items of substance. Still, this was an exception, for this was in the belly of a God.
Within this swirling vortex of mass chaos, however, was a sight that should not have been. What seemed to be a human was floating within the Entropy within this God. Not much could be distinguished from this being's form, since the Chaos which so characterized this deity was attempting to consume him. If there were another being within this abdomen, then they would notice glimpses of a silverish blond in the gaps that were being left by the constant assault of Chaos. As more gaps were developing, his skin seemed to be blanched when compared to his surroundings, if chaos could even be called that.
Perhaps the most recognizable feature of this being was not the
pallid tone of his epidermis nor the coloring of his hair, but the eyes of the buoyant figure.
What was so special about those mirrors* was the different shade of the same azure color. When compared together, they presented a conflicting picture of this man.
The right eye, which possessed a cerulean tint, held a deep compassion within them, but it was not on the surface at the moment, but a glint of despair at his predicament. As for the left eye, the shade of sapphire unleashed a conflicting picture of rage & madness. If not for the eyes, then there would be the thought that this soul had accepted his fate.
One thought kept running through this humanoid:
'What keeps thee, Setekh?'
Despite what the eyes had shown, the thought carried an emotionless tinge that those whom he had met found to be chilling. Setekh would not pay any heed however; this warrior had already been consumed.
Now as time passed, there were more changes as this warrior began to fade away. The chaos was not the cause of this change, but of another matter entirely. First, the feet faded into oblivion, followed by the legs. Continuing in a rapid pace, the hips had now vanished. His eyes now closed, the man had now entered a state of nothingness as he awaited his fate. By this point, the condition had progressed to his throat & continued to rise, until, finally, all of him had vanished, leaving the belly of Setekh to once more return to it's natural order.
(This is only the prologue. If people respond, I'll continue.)
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