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Call Of The Void - Blog Posts
haven't drawn anything for a bit, take this lazy art as an apology
first post
made this on ibis in like 7 mins dunno i wasn’t exactly counting
one left sans woohoo
Woke up way too early and had motivation to write. Enjoy I guess.
There I stood at the ocean’s edge upon a firm boulder that seemed to have stood for centuries. I cry into the night, “I don’t understand. Why am I like this? Others can sleep, yet I am tormented and wake early in the morning before the sun even breaks the horizon.” I cry out to the ocean, not in fear or sadness, but grief. “Why?” I cry. “Why?” I break down in tears, for I have no answer. All that fills the night is the waves crashing blow the overhang and wails of confusion. A voice calls from the water. “Come,” it says, “and join us in the ocean’s depth.” I understand not why this call is being made, but in my desperate fit to understand, I stand back up slowly, and answer the call. I feel the air around me stir, as if ushering me in, and I hit the ocean’s surface. I fall deep into the sea, deep, deeper, yet deeper. Yet I feel no cold. Cold is the opposite of what I feel. Warmth. The ocean is warm, opposed to the usual cold of the night, as if it attempts to comfort me. And it is. As I sink deeper, a hum, seemingly from a woman, is echoing from the deep. It hums melodies of old, new, and of pasts unknown. I hit the ocean’s floor, yet I have not yet perished. In fact, I still breathe, even when faced with the ocean depth. The voice draws ever closer, yet it drifts away. The ground seems to fall from underneath me, and I with it. The voice seems ever near, yet also as if it may be on the other side of the planet. I am caught by something that may be a hand, yet it may also be a head. I do not know, and I dare not look. I am held by it, and my mind is slowly filled with the humming. It is no longer coming from far away, nor is it close. It’s so unbelievably loud, yet soft. I know not where it is coming from, yet I have no need to know. I am warm and comfortable, even more than being held in the arms of my own mother. Nothing matters anymore, and even I can understand that clearly. I am finally free from the shackles of the world, ever to dwell in the abyss. What abyss this is, no longer matters either. I am safe. I am home. I am free.