The Void.

The first time that I saw it I couldn't imagine that my life was going to end because of that. I was trapped in my own sense of existence, in my vision of this world, so yeah, I couldn't recognize what was in front of me at that time. I was proud of myself and all that I represented. I was this kind of being that exists merely through the apparent beauty of the things that surround it. I didn't have any purpose nor any words to replace my lack of action. I was this senseless thing that you would hate but admire at same time.

That occasion I was there, like scattered pieces of papers floating aimlessly in the air, just exhibiting myself. Showing off something so fickle and disturbing that If you could hear my existence, a jarring sound would penetrate your ears. I was hateful to my core yet I was so sweet, so delightful, like a deceitful grail, I was poison. I was a trap.

And then it came, this suffocating light, this indescribable thing that was presented to me in the most simple way it could find. It embraced me and took me to the one place that something like me can't survive. It took me to silence, to the anonymity, were no one could see me, taste me or hear me. And reflexions of truth were poured like torrents of bittersweet agony, and I saw ugliness in myself. I was the most horrible thing that ever existed.

And without realizing I ceased to exist. I was this void. I was part of this meaningless hole that will destroy everything as we know.

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