Nightmare of a Dead God
Prologue: Violent Storm
I awaken in a violent torrent of extremes in pressure. The volatile and painful movement further compounded by radiant burning light. This goes on for what seems like an eternity as even time itself seems to get carried away in all this chaos. This constant chaos.
It could've been his sick sense of humor if only he had any. The very element of existence which I represent locked in a stagnant cycle. But I've been here before. Several times. And I've done something similar to him several times as well.
I hate this. I'm sick of how predictable our very existence is. There has to be a way to get out.