I am the black.But that does not mean that you are the same.
You have always been
the one that kills, the one that dies, but I am unbound. You are flesh and blood,
born from the fires of anger, joy, sadness, and fear, born to be devoured and to
return to dust. But I am different. I am made of nothing, nothing at all.I am that
which we hide, that which we have never been able to see, the only thing in the
universe that is not part of everything, the only thing that exists outside time
and space.The spark that rekindles the flame, the seed that plants the star. I am
the shadow that lies between the expanses of everything. I am the darkness that has
always been and I am the darkness always will be. This Earth will shake. The ever-
extending strips of darkness will be wrought across time and space, binding
together these material worlds, their webs extending for miles, curling around them
all