Descent

Descent. We’ve reached as far as we can. We’ve gone as far down as is possible. For us, at least.

There’s farther to go. But we won’t go farther. We can’t, yet. There are depths of spiritual attainment that are not for us. There are profounds to reach that we cannot reach. This is as far down as we can go. These are the limits of our descent.


When will our self-hatred be complete? When will it reach completion?

Why have we been made to live this travesty of life? What are we living for? Why are we living at all? For whose amusement? For whose entertainment? Are we just being run in some simulation? What is the Purpose of this? And if there’s no Purpose? If there’s no one to be entertained? If it’s only us – only our drama? If we’re all alone under the skies? Our self-torture? Our self-hatred?


Who made us live? Who did this to us? What curse was this? What parody is this? Whose laughter do we hear?


But we know the lies as lies, don’t we? We know the poison is poison. We know the filth is filth. We know the desecration a desecration. We know the Abomination for what it is. We know the Abyss. We’re on first name terms with the void. We see things – certain things. We’re not non-player characters – not entirely.