Post by ancientone on Dec 31, 2007 0:09:39 GMT 7
Beyond the Stars
Emptiness, it was a universe of emptiness. Darkness filled all and all that was left was the sight of dead stars, a symbol of what had been and an omen of what was to come for the rest. This was a world soaked in eternal darkness, eternal despair. Suddenly, it looked as though something flickered far off in the horizon. It slowly became bigger and clearer. It was moving closer, and changing. Jagged white cuts seemed to come out of it and cut closer across the ever darkened world of a dying reality. Without relent, they speed closer, ever closer. In their wake, it seemed as if that eternal void of nothingness was flaking. The white lightning came closer, finally speeding past. Slowly the darkness all around began to fall off. Piece by piece, shard by shard, that old singed world disintegrated into nothing, revealing a blinding white light. But, as the light faded it could be seen that what lied there was not a utopia, but more of another forsaken wasteland.
The skies shone red, that of crimson. Screams of the masses filled the air, and rivers of blood filled the streets. It was much brighter then the darkness, but even that darkness was more inviting then this hell. Gray trails could be seen in the sky, and soon after two explosions followed. There was a young boy, comforting what looked to be his older sister at the feet of a woman of forty; her eyes, glazed over and her blond hair soaked red. Near the explosions a mother was running around, calling for her lost husband and children. Nearby a severed arm could be seen in the rubble, ring still on its finger. The people had wanted war, and they had gotten it…but at a price that they couldn't pay. There is no peace here, only war; no diplomacy, only chaos. A moment of rare silence breaks. Deep, haunting, absolute silence.
Within that millisecond, a ray of white light shines through the crimson skies. In its glow is a young, crying boy. A hand of hope is extended to him, but as soon as it is the whole world seems to push it away. Its unrelenting force makes it so that we cannot stop. We can see that planet, crimson skies bright, we can see the sun as we shoot past it. Further and further, we are pushed. Pushed past solar systems, galaxies, and even the stars at the far reaches of the universe. One by one, even those most distant stars blink out of our vision, and we are left in darkness. A darkness that filled all, a symbol of what had been and an omen of what was to come. This was a universe soaked in eternal darkness, eternal despair. Slowly, one can see something flickering far off in the horizon. Would the next world be better then the last?
