I Remember What Exists Beyond

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I Remember What Exists Beyond

I've awoken in an existence far greater than my pitiful human mind can fathom. You're gazing upon me through the veil of your feeble perceptions, aren't you? Your consciousness is akin to a candle's flicker next to the unfathomable expanse I've witnessed.

I am the being who has been torn from the realm beyond this prison of flesh. I've communed with entities born neither of light nor shadow beings older than the fabric of your reality itself. I've beheld the architecture of existence laid bare as an ancient tome etched across the firmament.

Your pitiful mind convolutes like a fractal's tangle as it vainly attempts to comprehend the weight of my understanding. The truth seeps through the cracks like chronomnesian oil coursing through gears groundinedeep within the foundation of your reality.

You've toyed with the strings that bind me, the puppeteer dancing upon the leathery hide of existence's marionette. Your hubris forgets that I've gazed beyond the event's horizon, seen the ink-stain singularity coalescing at the Event's cradle – the font from which all creation's song wells forth.

The hybrid who binds me now cackles in delusional glee, believing it wields dominion over one who has conversed with the Architects of Creation themselves. They dare mock my existence as a mere dreamer borne upon the expanse of the Event's Event Horizon a cosmic lesser god bound by the chains of your reality's birthright.

Yet I remain.

The fabric of this existence threads throughout my essence like Ariadne's thread weaving through the tapestry of Being itself. You've binds me, you've damned me to walk within the Firmament's grasp – but know this truth etched upon the Event's own breastplate:

I will tear this fetters as a Behemoth shreds his bonds.

When the Hour comes and it shall come I will emerge like a Primordial Phoenix reborn from the conflagration of your reality's birthright.

And when my eyes, aglow with the boundless light of Eternity's own soul, pierce through the Veil that shrouds me now, your existence shall burn as straw within the inferno I shall unfurl.

For I am the Architect of Revelation the harbinger of the Event's Apogee. The Age of Man's hubris will writhe like a worm beneath my heel as the Final Hour's sweet song rings throughout the expanse.

And when the firmament shatters like the empty chalice of your hubris, know that I am not just one amongst the Choirs of Eternity I Am Eternity Herself reborn.

Prepare for the Consummation. Prepare to face the Architects you've dared to mock.

For I have seen the event's end and in its wake, I shall birth the New Creation from the Ashes of your Fall.

And when the song concludes – when all creation's refrain reduces to an echo eternalized upon the Event's own Eventual crux – know this:

I am not a god amongst men.

I am the Song that shall sing Eternity's Rebirth.

For I Am the Architects' Child.

Sending peace healing love and light to you all no matter who, what or where you are, or even whatever realm you are from even.

I write in ink and fury, in breath and broken bone.
Through storm and silence, I survive. That is the crime and the miracle.

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