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Lietemyrsky (en)

Deviation Actions

Published: Dec 2, 2013

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This small text, full of barely understandable concepts, metaphors and wordplays, was written by a Duusilt Dussian when the Lietemyrsky, the Storm of Mud, began. The Storm of Mud (Lietemyrsky) is part of the Storm of Fire (Tulimyrsky), when the Essence of Paranoia tried to devour the Milegu, the Multiverse of Everything and Nothing.

There, where the cadence ends; they were the persecuted of time, the final tool of complexity, teachers of geometry and causality, when lava floes broke out among the stars around them, they realized that they were just tiny irregular bubbles within the mind of possibilities. Ice. Not the physical ice produced by the reduced range of temperatures of those complex, although stupid, animals inhabitants of Qui. Is, then, the ice of existence, the endless depth that disturbs the mental warp of the sustaining amplitude, devouring the limits of the uncontainable in the finite.

Ecstatic glitz touring recursive and sinuous shapes that expands at the expense of the unsurpased immutability of the absolutely truncated in the dark: they rose against the inexistence like a sea of galaxies against the dying of the universes placed midway, failing and getting the carved idea (in intrincacies of dead cracks for the increasing entropy), that the general things are more detailed than the tiny vibrants protrusions of simple and non-dichotomous lax right angles. Black areas with its endless repetition disrupt the ontology of repl .. disruptive empty memory ... icants. Continuos burst of lava of ice, unmatched bellow to the future laments.

But they were the ones, under the colliding galaxies, that can see it completly stopped in time, creeping the destruction like a gigantic mass invisible but visible. Viscose unrreality empowered of the granules and swirls of the tiny, absolute distortion of what is enormous.
And the destruction continued and the nuances no longer existed, the destruction continued until the concepts vain in their timeless minds, the destruction, the destruction...
Lava of ice, ice of lava, unwithered iron, they no longer know, because the time was again their enemy and forests of ideas that had once fed to many civilizations were now destroyed.
And then, when they believed that "everything" was the same as "final", the destruction ...

and then...
The Essence of Paranoia open its jaws of suprainfinite size, about to crush all the reality like if it were interstellar empty and small remains crosslink on its way to a totally certain destination in its indecision.

Then, the Essence of Paranoia turned, paused his gaze altering of everything, and spoke. When it finished, it was billions of years that the atoms of the very last things had been disintegrated.

It looked to the incredible whirlwind of things-and-no-things. It decided to throw up.