ceaseless-hunger

[ceaseless-hunger]

There are millions upon millions of pulsing, glittering eyes down deep in the space where reality fails. All awake, wide open, even as they sleep.

In the roiling chaos, one, five, thirteen of them blink closed, their shiny-smooth surfaces encapsulated by the nothing-dark. Or maybe they simply cease to exist for a moment. No one is here to care either way.

In the infinite second before they reopen, something cracks. A hairline fracture that teeters on the precipice of no return, a door that cannot be shut.

All of the eyes stop, and swivel to stare.

…

And the pressure eases, the crack pressing out, refilling and mending until the surface is mirror-smooth once more.

The thirteen eyes blink open to the primordial break, and it all goes back to sleep, uncaring.

Not yet then, it seems.

[ceaseless-hunger]

Broken fragments of possibility, the shattered remnants of civilizations and realms long forgotten by time itself drift slowly through the unending maw of their executioner.

But here slow is relative, so the whispers and the screams sound like one and the same.

But it is not enough.

And so it grows closer still.

[ceaseless-hunger]

*i proceed to scream into the abyss*

…

It’s quiet, distorted, like whale song deep below the ocean, far beyond anything that human eyes were meant to see, but-

You could swear something screams back.

[ceaseless-hunger]

*pokes*

…

…

You poke the thing.

You think.

…

Congrats?

[ceaseless-hunger]

"I don't know what the hell you are. I don't know where the fuck you came from. But if you're here to cause problems, I will not hesitate to beat the everloving fucking shit out of you, mark my fucking words." [Milton]

…

…

Nothing responds.

Nothing can.

But maybe something watches.

Maybe something breathes.

[ceaseless-hunger]

⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟ ⋔⟒⏁ ⎅⍜⍙⋏ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎅⟒⟒⌿? ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⌇ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⟒⎐⟒⋏⏁⎍⏃⌰⌰⊬ ☊⍜⋏⌇⎍⋔⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎐⏃⌇⏁ ⟒⌖⌿⏃⋏⌇⟒ ⍜⎎ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⍙⍜⍀⌰⎅? ~Diamond

The call echoes in the void.

…

…

And something, many somethings, screams back.

⎅⟒⎐⍜⎍⍀

⏃⌰⌰ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⏚⟒

☊⍜⋏⌇⎍⋔⟒⎅

⏃⌇⌰⟒⟒⌿

⏚⎍⏁ ⏃⍙⏃☍⟒

⍙⏃⟟⏁⟟⋏☌

[ceaseless-hunger]

Deep below, in the void beneath the fabric of the world, something stretches.

It is not awake, not yet. But it shifts. Almost brushes against the sharp edge of reality in its slumber.

It needs.

It watches.

It is forgotten.

And so the hunger only grows.

Not yet, not yet. But soon.