Anguished Droplets : Charnel Requiem
Behold your accolade, the very paragon of your soul's desire: a telluric promontory of sheer ordure, its atmosphere thick with the stentorian threnodies of the defunct. I am utterly convinced this geography will prove wholly congenial to your spirit.
The chronometer is abruptly arrested, and I find myself marooned once more in non-location, a state of utter perplexion. Why this interruption? The situation is, quite frankly, past the point of deterioration, and my current predicament seems preferable to solipsistic existence.
Approach, everyone, and attend! I shall be your convivial guide this vespertine hour. Salutations to the nocturnal phantasmagoria, the oneiroscopy of the abyss—a truly turbulent peregrination awaits.
It is incongruous, yet I feel a sense of profound belonging here, a strange aversion to emigration. Am I afflicted by a bêtise, a folie, to covet this asylum? Does my essence truly belong to a different aera or topos? No matter; this demesne will suffice.
You fatuitous ephemeral, what did you genuinely surmise? That you could fetter the inexorable currents of temporal flux? That you could vanquish the very pantheon? Ah, hubris, my most cherished transgression! Consume terrestrial masses and choke upon the detritus, then submerge yourself in a flood of apocryphal resurrection. Exalt your potential and seize the solar zenith.
Fair nymph, let us engage in a saltation! Did you truly believe your departure was a matter of volition? All others are extinct, leaving a total solitude; therefore, I am the singular nexus, the lone entity. I will commit any expedient for the cause, for what is one more error in this cosmic ledger?
A pendulum swing of topsy-turvy motion as we laugh ourselves into oblivion, attempting a pathetic flight. This iniquitous locus is saturated with marvel and is gradually usurping my being. I feel the crushing duress; I should have achieved emancipation from your thrall. Yet, I am an obsequious subject to this hedonic grip, utterly incapable of surmounting your allure. Tonight, we shall engage in the pretense of equanimity. Declare it perpetual, lest my being evanesce.
Everything is annihilated, totally forfeit. What transgression have I committed? Can this be revoked? Where did your presence abscond? Will I ever locate your trace? This abyss is now our domicile, our sweet refuge. The foundational palimpsest was consumed by conflagration.
Tonight, we shall engage in the pretense of equanimity. Declare it perpetual, lest my being evanesce. I am the quintessence of your desideratum, the sine qua non of your exigence.
Such a mellifluous grief is this valediction. Return to me swiftly, my beloved. I shall be the custodian of the passing calendrical units.
Adieu, my paramour; this is our domicile, our sweet refuge. Saturate yourself in the acrid lamentations of the doomed, effuse their very ichor, and revel in the rapture as we torment the judicious. A desperate supplication to the divine Architect