THE VOID
There is a place between where you were
and where you are going.
You don't choose to go there.
You simply find yourself already inside.
IT HAS NO EXIT ON THE SURFACE.
Most people who enter the Void believe they are alone.
They are not.
The Void is not flat. This is the mistake.
They try to find the edges. They try to find the exit
on the same level they entered.
There is no exit on the surface.
The only way out is deeper.
NYX
Nobody finds Nyx.
Nyx finds you.
She appears when you are most lost —
not before, not after. Exactly when.
She does not introduce herself.
She does not explain.
She simply begins walking —
just slightly ahead.
She will guide you until the very end.
Whatever the end looks like for you —
she has seen it before.
She speaks every language
that has ever existed.
She chooses not to.
NIGHT
CRAWLER
He does not move.
In a place where everything drifts —
where time means nothing —
Nightcrawler stands.
The runes on his body are written
in something older than language.
No one has ever translated them.
The ones who got close stopped trying.
He has seen everything that
has ever happened in the Void.
Every person. Every choice.
Every version of who they became.
He carries all of it.
He never complains.
He never leaves.
THE TREE
OF DEATH
Before the Void had a name,
before the first soul ever got lost,
before darkness understood what it was —
there was a tree.
The living call it something else.
They are only seeing one side.
THE LEVELS
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Each one darker
than the last.
Each one asking
more of you than
you thought you
had left to give.
The deeper you go,
the closer you are
to out.
// THIS IS WHAT MYTHIC KNOWS — THIS IS WHAT WE DON'T SAY OUT LOUD
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