how many had it asked that question? how the ages passed and blended together in it's rest. to reach out through the aimless dreams of those who reached so far yet could not quite gasp their fingers around the goal. like claws digging through the dirt to attempt to reach the gold beneath.
this one, touched by one so similar to it, yet different in it's maker--or perhaps in it's lack there of. for an iteration it was; shattered evermore, while this, created of its own accord. it was familiar with the one of many arms--just as it was familiar with it's children. how it wished it could grasp onto those that made; to grant their memories, their dreams, their wishes.
yet there it remained, in it's perpetual slumber awaiting the end of the beginning into a new era it may bring about through it's own awakening.
oh, perhaps it could help this one as it had with another begging for a new beginning.
' have you dreamed of this end? of the flames of your ambition? of the pain you wish to inflict? have those that have brought this feeling upon you wrought your mind with nightmares? may i see them? may i breathe your thoughts into manifestation? may it wake me soon and i can show the world your dreams of infliction? is that what you dream for? what you hope to occur? when you rest, do you wish to awake to the end? or the beginning? '
@hisuianicarus // cont.
