Nov 2, 2024
“It didn’t work,” The Architect stated, dejected, “She isn’t responding to the revelation at all.”
“My love, I am so sorry,” The Huntress responded, “Her heart is in the right place. If only we could have taught her at a younger age. It isn’t your fault.”
The Architect stared into the massive, swirling maelstrom below him. He watched in horror as the All-Mother - the creator of this universe - sucked whole galaxies, time itself, and the very soul of her followers into the abyss. For each entity destroyed, the universe would suffer from unrecoverable loss.
“We are truly alone in this,” The Architect responded, “Come. Let us speak with the All-Father before it is too late.”
The two would return to Earth, assuming their human forms. They would visit the father who had spent his entire life trying to prevent this.
For the very last time.
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I’m free this time, and I surrounded mankind
There’s nothing here now but you
While gravity never used to bother me
I’m floating senseless in the presence of you
And I see euphoria in what we do
This world is closing in, and while I don’t feel a thing
We’ve lost the air of innocence we shared
Once at peace, once so calm
Whatever woke me up now it’s calling me home
We will never be happy again.