Devoid of any darkness to give shape.
Abstinent of any color to breathe life into it.
The Light has always been.
No good or evil.
No meaning.
No purpose.
No significance.
No perspective.
But yet the totality of this macrocosm is still beyond your comprehension.
Only a limitless white.
Only The Light.
But yet you are here to observe it.
One thing is for certain.
This is your Genesis.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Abbadon
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