Monday 6 October 2014
I'm not ignoring you this time.
I just have nothing of interest to report. Since the event with The Stasis and The Patchwork I have seen neither of them and The Quiet had already become something of a non-entity in my story prior to that event. All in all if I was less knowledgeable I'd assume my fear troubles were over. I am knowledgeable, though and as such I'm merely waiting for their inevitable return.
Wednesday 1 October 2014
Wow... I completely forgot about this thing.
Shows how important you are in the grand scheme of things when I can completely forget your entire existence for like one of your years and like six of your months. Must feel rough. I suppose now that I've been reminded of your existence though I might as well update you on current affairs. The Danielverse isn't here anymore. I don't think it's dead. I think we just got split up. I'm pretty sure it didn't die. I hope not. I liked The Danielverse. Very entertaining Universe.
We had been traveling together for a while with no sign of The Quiet or The Stasis. Time of course has little meaning to us so it would be hard to say how long we went in such uneventful circumstances. Our travels unintentionally led us to a dangerous... well place... sort of except again space, and thus the existence of set places, is not really a tangible thing outside of the universe you inhabit which, being as we are the universes you inhabit, we don't. It's hard to really say it's a place since a place, requires it to be something that is tangibly in a spot. It's more like a theme. We entered a theme. A theme of dead universes. You might call it a universe graveyard. All around are just the tiny remnants of existence left behind by those universes that had for various reasons run out. Some devoured by The Quiet, The Stasis or their other compatriots and some just run their course. A dead universe, to create a visual metaphor for you is more like coming across a bombed out building then a corpse. Something not so much dead as abandoned. We wandered through this Universe Graveyard until there was suddenly movement.
A great clamor rose from around us in as much as sound cannot exist and there is not so much such a thing as sensory information as you understand it. The dead universes began to drift and move. Slowly forming around something that was there with us in the graveyard. We tried to flee, but we were too near the focus point of activity. We were surrounded by the dead universes as they closed in on us on their journey to the focus. One of the dead universes suddenly moved differently than the others. It grabbed hold of The Danielverse and too late we realized The Stasis had been hiding among these other dead universes waiting for a chance to catch us unaware. The stories say that once The Stasis has you, you're done for. I refused to believe that. I attacked The Stasis and tried to free The Daniel Verse. It worked. Sort of. The Stasis temporarily shifted all it's focus to me allowing The Danielverse to free itself with only minimal loss and at that moment a break appeared in the on rush of dead universes. The Danielverse gave me a sorrowful look, though of course we don't have faces or facial expressions and after a moment of hard decision he fled leaving me behind. I don't blame him. I know as well as he did there was no real choice to be made.
The Stasis was angry about the loss of The Danielverse and it turned it's attention on me preparing to consume what little existence I had left as punishment for getting in the way. However, it was then that the event that had been occurring ended. Where there had been a grouping of dead universes, there now was one large universe made out of the remains of the dead. The Stasis spoke merely declaring in awe: "The Patchwork..." then something like a tendril like those used by The Quiet flashed out and grabbed The Stasis yanking it away from me and into the mass. The Stasis let out the non-sound equivalent of horrific screeching as it was consumed and I ran. I saw The Quiet for a brief moment as I fled. It didn't acknowledge me it simply moved past me as if heading towards the Horrors I was leaving behind.
We had been traveling together for a while with no sign of The Quiet or The Stasis. Time of course has little meaning to us so it would be hard to say how long we went in such uneventful circumstances. Our travels unintentionally led us to a dangerous... well place... sort of except again space, and thus the existence of set places, is not really a tangible thing outside of the universe you inhabit which, being as we are the universes you inhabit, we don't. It's hard to really say it's a place since a place, requires it to be something that is tangibly in a spot. It's more like a theme. We entered a theme. A theme of dead universes. You might call it a universe graveyard. All around are just the tiny remnants of existence left behind by those universes that had for various reasons run out. Some devoured by The Quiet, The Stasis or their other compatriots and some just run their course. A dead universe, to create a visual metaphor for you is more like coming across a bombed out building then a corpse. Something not so much dead as abandoned. We wandered through this Universe Graveyard until there was suddenly movement.
A great clamor rose from around us in as much as sound cannot exist and there is not so much such a thing as sensory information as you understand it. The dead universes began to drift and move. Slowly forming around something that was there with us in the graveyard. We tried to flee, but we were too near the focus point of activity. We were surrounded by the dead universes as they closed in on us on their journey to the focus. One of the dead universes suddenly moved differently than the others. It grabbed hold of The Danielverse and too late we realized The Stasis had been hiding among these other dead universes waiting for a chance to catch us unaware. The stories say that once The Stasis has you, you're done for. I refused to believe that. I attacked The Stasis and tried to free The Daniel Verse. It worked. Sort of. The Stasis temporarily shifted all it's focus to me allowing The Danielverse to free itself with only minimal loss and at that moment a break appeared in the on rush of dead universes. The Danielverse gave me a sorrowful look, though of course we don't have faces or facial expressions and after a moment of hard decision he fled leaving me behind. I don't blame him. I know as well as he did there was no real choice to be made.
The Stasis was angry about the loss of The Danielverse and it turned it's attention on me preparing to consume what little existence I had left as punishment for getting in the way. However, it was then that the event that had been occurring ended. Where there had been a grouping of dead universes, there now was one large universe made out of the remains of the dead. The Stasis spoke merely declaring in awe: "The Patchwork..." then something like a tendril like those used by The Quiet flashed out and grabbed The Stasis yanking it away from me and into the mass. The Stasis let out the non-sound equivalent of horrific screeching as it was consumed and I ran. I saw The Quiet for a brief moment as I fled. It didn't acknowledge me it simply moved past me as if heading towards the Horrors I was leaving behind.
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