Us.
An unarmed man staring into the face of a monster. At a single crossroad, as hushed as a winter glade after fresh snow, he stares into its vast face and terrible maw. History has been written by bard, prophet, and learned man; always influenced by the sheer size of the great creature. Imagine the shouts of a jaded audience jeering at the would be hero, shattering the stark silence. Generally, the first person to stand up against a horror of this magnitude created by cinema artists -- dies. It is an unwritten rule, often joked about by fans of these works of fiction. This is an ill fated position for the character. However, this is not cinema, and this man is not a single soul; he is our species. His actions are not scripted, nor can he be hindered by any rule. Decisions made now, will have repercussion for generations to come. A thorough look forward, and equally, a deep look into our past is necessary to properly gauge the full breadth of the issue at hand. The creature, perched upon infinity, eats worlds whole-sale. The creature, the very universe in which we exist.
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