I am the storm.

I am the hurricane that uproots centuries, the volcanic eruption that paves these eons over, feeding them back to the earth, half-digested and molten, to become new, to become ancient again.

I am the tremors that rattle the windowpanes, rattle the minds of those who pick through the rubble, through the devastation, through the aftermath.

I am the gunshot that shatters those windowpanes, shatters the hearts of those who hear it, who know that someone has suffered, is suffering, will suffer.

I am the derelict, abandoned towns that nature slowly takes back, the citizens becoming flowers, the cars becoming vines, dragging this city back to its mother.

I am the flares that scorch these flowers, that turn the world into a more blatant wasteland that the one it was when made of cubicles, dictatorship and fear.

I am the supernova that vaporizes this wasteland, I am the radiant terror that casts atoms and molecules billions of years old into freefloat, joining bits of frozen magma and flakes of damaged Ozone.

And as this planet falls to pieces, under the blast that will tear this solar system apart, Gaia breathes a Millenia-Waiting Sigh of relief.

I am still.


I'm the (hopefully final) account, I used to be X_Eternity_X. You can't find me anymore, I deleted that account.