Why do I hear no one talking back?
What is this I see? Is it black or emptiness?
Why . . . am I alone?
"Child, you have the power to not be alone. Fill this black canva with anything you want."
A voice?
. . . Who are you?
Are you still there?
What power do you mean?
Is power enough to fill this void?
Don't. . . Don't leave me alone!
. . .
Fine! You don't want to speak?
Then forever be quiet!
I shall fill this void with vile creatures who seek nothing but red.
Red. . .
That's right. Red. It will always be red.
I will make this that no one will be satisfied. No one will be complete, your sorrow, it is for me to become complete.
I will make it so.
Each generation will overthrow the old one, we do not need these immortal rulers to be satisfied.
A husband will never look at his wife, the same as the father will never look at his children.
Yes, terror. Red.
Everything. . . In red. Blood will be shed, tears will never dry and rotten corpses will continue to pile.
The same as their unsatisfied souls pile into mine. Complete me.
I will start making it now, voice.
Watch me use this power to fill the black canvas, yes, I will not disappoint.
I hope they won't too.
I will make it so that it would start in red,
And that when all is shed and nothing but ruins remain, no matter how many generations pass,
It will always end in Chaos.
Yes, explode, my beautiful plan.
