"Always push, momentum is the key." Cogmaker's Guild law
Skyburn black, eyes rolled into the back of the head - phosphenes floating before the eye in undulating waves of purple and gold, words, numbers, and ideas passing through like a stream, coming and going, but never stopping.
The unending void, the eternal light, the dark ending of entropy, floating, floating, oh floating in the back of the mind but unavoidable nonetheless.
Indescribable colors, flying across eyes? Eyes? Was there such a thing, or was it just in the mind. This was indescribable, there was no way to convey what was being seen? heard? felt? It was more than tacticle sense, more than anything that language could convey.
It was the utter folding of oneness into intself, the full realization of the last puzzle piece slammed into place, the world shuddering with titanic volume.
Waves of gamma and jhiva flowing through, flowing past, within and without, in space and null space, going back and into nothing, though being something.
How confusing could one thing get? But was it even one thing or everything rolled into one? It was like the mind swelling to gargantuan size and refusing to go down - questions among questions, no answers in sight.
The answers that had come were short and insignificant.
What was this?
"Where am I?" croaked the voice
YOU ARE READING
Beacons in The Dark
Ficțiune științifico-fantasticăA futuristic cyber thriller with a multigalactic empire threatened by strange secrets that could tear the universe apart, or bring humanity home again. Get enraptured in the action and struggles of the gargantuan Imperium with its Autonomous Emperor...
