When Glass Skies were Beautiful (DNF)

Prologue

Narrator:

      It was light, and it was dark. And everything was sharp to the touch. The cold blocks of dark shapes constantly move beyond his vision, casting shadows along his eyelids. A burst of light lit up the unilluminated walls of his blepharons; and despite the utter blindness in the crepuscular vastness, a sun shone. And just as soon as it was lit, it was extinguished. A beautiful, silent cry of death. 

      I believe I am the opposite of all diabolical things. Ironic; this is what all mankind also claims to be. They claim to be with words. Words are funny things, aren't they? They consume the mouths of humans, spreading violence, fear, and disaster. And those mouths believe that they are a deity themselves. But the mind; oh, the mind. The mind is both a wonderful and evil organ. The conductor behind the choir of human behavior, the reason for madness. If we take away our minds, we rid of madness; but humans are attached to madness. It is why they exist. 

      Humans believe they create life and death, concepts and universes out of purely nothing. In a sense, you and I are nothing, and we are everything. We are nothing but sounds and senses and words filling the ears of living creatures. Resonances that delve into the terrain, reaching the interred corpses that are trodden on by ignorant life forms. 

      The alive and the lifeless, all corpses waiting to be consumed by the darkness spreading from the center of their planet. The blue, watery planet. A beautiful, blue land littered with the bodies of its inhabitants. Blue is a strange thing. It is so rare that the eye almost cannot comprehend its beauty. I did not realize the monstrous beings which I created were capable of creating such purity. 

And if blue ceases to exist?

The madness begins.