Come with me, reader. Come with me to the edge of creation. A vast ocean of the cosmos ending in quiet stillness. A distinct line, pure and horizontal, between what Is and Is Not. Feel it, reader. As we walk closer, over the surface of this still waters. Feel your atoms slowly stopping their vibration. Feel your soul start to fade. Nothing permanent yet.
This is the Void, dear reader. This stillness. The Peace of the End. It is truthful. It has no will but to Not Be. It calls for silence.
This is the natural end of the Song of the Spheres. Where forgotten gods go to die. You are here with me, in this moment, dear reader. We are walking in the trail left by the rotting forgotten ones.
Tears of Gods under our feet.
Where we came from [creation] has only been for a fraction of a nanosecond compared to that which lays before us. The Void has always Not Been.
Do you understand?
This is about more than just words, reader. This is a moment in your history now.
When all ceases to be, when all is reclaimed back to the Void, I will savor this moment with you.
When I showed one more person what Truth is.
All exists simply to Not Be.
