10/21/2024
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Every time I distort it either takes what feels like a millennia, or it’s a blink and you miss it moment.
I have no way of controlling where I go… And I don’t even know why I keep going. Probably because I have no choice. Sometimes when I distort I fall hundreds of feet to my inevitable death, other times I slowly starve. But the worst fate I’ve ever experienced is caring for another.
I like too keep mementos of them as I go, gifts from them to me. Morbid? Maybe, I have so many memeories of them yet they will most likely forget about me when I’m gone. Universes have a funny way of repairing themselves I’ve found, when something is intruding the universe will try its best to encompass it and protect itself from instability.
And just like a callous forming over a splinter, infection will slowly corrode and eventually collapse given time. Which is why I have to keep dying… Phasing I mean.
But when I’m gone the universe corrects itself, and tries its best to heal. But I’m sure my presence leaves scars. That’s what the voids corruption did to me, it made me a walking cancer, an intruder on any place I go too. And the longer I stay the more damage I cause.
I’m a vessel for the world eater… I’ve only stayed in a universe long enough to see what could happen once…. And that universe will never be the same. I did it for him, I know he’ll never truly appreciate it because I know he doesn’t know why I did it… Or what I even really did… I’m sure all he knows is I disappeared and it’s probably better that way.
I just hope he hates me for abandoning him instead of missing me… I’m so sorry…
















