Haven't touched this thing in a while...
Out in the desert there is a box that grows out of the shifting sands.
The box is mostly buried underneath the surface and this is good,
For the sheer size of the thing is enough to stagger all sanity.
It is black and near the top is a doorway.
The doorway can be reached by a series of steps,
Though none that enter the box ever return the same.
Around the box grow roses of red and white, the colors of life,
The pennants of vitality and spirit combined and surrounding darkness.
There is no greater secret than that which is to be found by those that witness.
In the distance of the sky there are bruised purple clouds,
And lightning tears at sky and earth, shattering all it touches.
Sand whips and rips with a speed that tears flesh, howling fury.
All this is not meant to harm the box, but to keep the Ancient at bay.
For within the storm to the left of the box is the rotting angel Kklasha.
His skin is torn and mottled parchment, his blood brackish and crawling.
His wings are broken and bloody, his face twisted with the dream of ending.
Kklasha is the end of all things, the Venacos turned qlippothic, awaiting chance.
The desert holds many secrets, many myths and truths.
It is in emptiness that perspective turns within and see that which lies there,
The secrets and understanding that waits in the hearts of the All and Nothing.
The desert is old and unforgiving, vast and endless, a track that will not end.
At the root of all creation there is the desert, the potential that waits.
And in that potential is the chance that all potential shall end.
There comes a time between one lifetime and another
When perspective finds the self in this old desert.
Mostly these times are quickly forgotten,
Explained away and ignored.
But sometimes a perspective sees all that is and was and could be,
And sees the ending that is forever waiting for that now.
The ending must never come.
The ending must never come.
- Oldest Tales, Sengri Academy Archive
Time for food. I think I might call people, too.
One can never be certain of these things.