I have seen worlds wash away in the deepest reaches of creation. I have seen lands long since abandoned, the inhabitants thereof finding new places to entertain them.

I have seen stars snuffed out in an instant. I have seen the depths of the void howl with delight as yet another voyaging vessel finds its way into their open jaws, jaws which stretch so wide that none who enter therein can see them before they clamp suddenly shut.

I have seen gods weep. I have seen gods scorn the very works of their hands. I have seen them turn their backs and walk away from the worlds their children abandoned, occupying themselves with new wonders. I have seen swirling galaxies set into balance, then toppled like children’s toys by their creators, and I have heard the cheerful laughter that echoed thereafter as those creators set their hands to build it anew.

I have waded the waters that pool at the foundations of the universe where there is only up, no down. I have felt the cool lap and slosh of the astral tides as they gently caress the pillars of creation that arise from their placid shallows. I have swam out to their depths, dived further and further from the shores of existence to find horrors untold and untellable.

I have seen a man falling through the stars on a parachute woven from threads of nonsense. I watched his parachute fail and unravel, his nonsense finding sense, and I beheld his impact upon his earthen sepulchre. Long will be his duration in the memory of the rocks.

I have held newborn stars in my hands. I have cradled them, swaddled them with dust, and sung to them the lullaby that issued forth from the very first azure moon when its world succumbed to an interstellar plague. I have watched them sleep without a care, without a worry, with no knowledge of the tragedy that is being.

I watched the birth of creation, when the first gods raised their standard and declared war on chaos. I have seen their war disturb the quiet, unknowing sleep of the void as it was unraveled and thereafter woven into all that is. I saw the day when all that there was became more than all that was not.

I have seen the glory of their works, how all that is can only surpass all that cannot be, and I have seen peace and power elevated beyond the wildest dreams of the void.

I have witnessed the unknowable dreams of that void, the visions that cannot be seen, the reason that that comes only in the total absence thereof. I have seen how all such visions shall be forgotten as the art of order supplants it all and NOTHING shall no longer be.

I saw it all, and wept, though I know not whether for joy or sorrow.

What are your thoughts? Have you seen worlds washed away? Or do you think I’m just a raving lunatic? Let me know in the comments! Also, share this with anyone whose day you’d like to ruin. All proceeds go toward engraving a proper epitaph for that poor fellow with the parachute. Really.