Far-far away in a land where no living beings should venture, stood a towering mountain that pierced the clouds. The mountain cast a long shadow across the entirety of the desolate space, as if shielding its secrets from the world beyond. There was a foreboding feeling all around the periphery of the mountain, like an invisible barrier warning of the dangers that lay within. At its summit lay a temple-like structure, hidden from the prying eyes.
The dark land all around the hidden temple was a desolate wasteland, where the winds carried the whispers of long dead souls. Their mournful echoes hunting the stillness of the surroundings. The only signs of life was twisted gnarled trees, their branches contorted like the bony fingers of forgotten giants, clawing at the sky in a silent plea of redemption.
The nearby ground was covered in a thick layer of dead leaves and bracken, lay undisturbed as the time itself has been paused in this desolate realm. Each step through this decaying foliage stirred a haunting symphony of rustling and cracking, a melancholic soundtrack to the desolation that enveloped the land.
The air was thick with the scent of decay, a pungent mixture of earthy dampness along with the rot of fallen vegetation, evoking a sense of woe and fleeting nature of life. The sky was obscured by a thick blanket of clouds, cast a grey pallor on the land, shrouding it in perpetual gloom.
In the midst of this bleak landscape, the polar contrasting image was of the ancient temple-like structure, with ornate obelisks that were arranged in a perfect circle around the temple. The obelisks were designed with strange glyphs and symbols and amidst all the obelisks like structures, there stood a single ancient pillar, taller than the rest, rising up from the barren ground like a solitary sentinel.
The air around the pillar was cold and the ground beneath it, was treacherous. The pillar was tall, slender and sleek, commanding attention with its graceful presence. Pure white marble that composed its form reflected a pristine sheen, as if it had been meticulously polished by the hands of time itself. This ancient pillar was also etched with strange symbols and glyphs.
Carvings of intricate designs sneaked their way around the pillar's surface, their meaning seemed to be long lost in time. Despite its beauty, the pillar also emanated a sense of trepidation as if it was a monument to some long-forgotten tragedy upon its marbled surface. It stood as a solemn reminder of a bygone era, preserving the echoes of an untold story that lingered in the air.
If one could draw closer, they would find themselves captivated by the intricate designs, etched onto the ancient pillar. These masterfully carved depictions seemed to transcend the realm of mere artistry, unveiling a narrative of profound significance. Amongst the delicate lines and meticulous details, an enigmatic scene unfolded- a portrayal of an unknown woman astride a serpentine dragon.
A serpentine dragon, its scales as dark as the night sky, traversing over the churning sees of fire with storms raging all around. The unknown woman was depicted as holding a shining sword aloft, a beacon of defiance against the surrounding turmoil. The woman's face was twisted in a fierce expression, her hair wild and untamed whipped around her as she firmly grasped the serpentine dragon's reigns.
The serpentine dragon, with its wings spread wide, appeared to be in mid flight as if frozen in an eternal moment of majestic motion. The symbols of this ancient pillar seemed to pulsate with an unknown type of energy causing the air around the pillar to hum, as if it was a conduit for a powerful force beyond one's understanding.
The air around the pillar was trembling, cracking with tingling specs of lightning. It was as if the very essence of the surroundings was being touched by an energy so ancient and profound that it defied explanation. The symbols etched deep into the stone starting to shift and shimmer, as if they were alive.
Little by little, bolts of blue lightning started dancing across the air, crackling and dancing like ethereal serpents. The luminous bolts leapt from one to another, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry of electric energy that enveloped the tall standing ancient pillar. With each surge of lightning, the surrounding were bathed in an otherworldly glow, casting surreal shadows that danced upon the landscape. In that charged atmosphere, time seemed to stand still and the boundary between physical and spiritual blurred.
The ancient and profound lightning force that enveloped the pillar, whispered promise of untold and unblemished destruction. It whispered of cataclysmic power that could render worlds asunder, leaving nothing but chaos and ruin in its awake. The essence of the lightning force crackled with an unsettling energy, unleashing its wrath on the ancient pillar in the desolate lands.
Numerous bolts of the lightning surged in the atmosphere and struck the ancient looking pillar with unrelating fury. The very ground trembled beneath the onslaught, echoing the destructive force that radiated the pillar. The air crackled with an electric charge, filled with the scent of ozone and reverberation of thunderous roars.
Sparks danced and swirled in a destructive fashion yet the display of dancing and swirling sparks of lightning was mesmerizing, illuminating the surrounding darkness with an eerie glow. It was as if the ancient and profound force which resulted in the bolts of lightning strikes, sought to assert its dominance.
In the wake of this devastating power, the once-majestic pillar stood battered and scarred, reminding the insignificance of the mortal endeavours. Its grandeur reduced to fragments of shattered white marbled stones that were charred by the destructive power of the lightning bolts. The debris of the shattered marble lay scattered around the pillar, a stark contrast to its former glory.
The once smooth surface was now marred by deep cracks and burn marks, bearing witness to the unrelenting power screaming ancientness. As the remnants of the ancient looking pillar started crumbling down, an eerie bellow reverberated in the surroundings, filling the air with a deep soul-stirring resonance.
The eerie bellow grew louder and louder, reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundation of the wasteland, as if the land itself groaned under the weight of the poignant resonance. The announcement of Its arrival echoed through the entirety of the desolate space. It was as if the lamentation of the forgotten spirits trapped between the crumbling ruins of the ancient pillar found its voice, carried by the winds of sorrow and despair.
The mournful cry reverberated through the air, its echoes lingering in the air, carrying the anguish of ages gone by, like the collective pain of forgotten souls yearning for release. As if responding to the fading lightning bolts, the land itself began to tremble, the vibrations intensifying with each passing moment.
The once lifeless ground now quivered, as if stirred by an invisible force surging from deep within, awakening energies that lay dormant for untold numbers of years. It trembled with anticipation as the very essence of the land responded to the surge of the unknown power that floated through its veins.
Nature itself seemed to resonate with the unknown energy that permeated the air, creating an atmosphere of charged anticipation. The air, thick with this enigmatic energy pulsated with a palpable intensity that defied description. It seemed to throb with a rhythm that could resonate deep within the core of any existence, captivating the sense and igniting a primal awareness.
In this charged atmosphere, the boundaries of perception blurred and the veil between the mundane and the extraordinary grew thin. In the place of once-majestic standing pillar, deep cracks were now emerging on the desolate land, stretching like ancient scars across the terrain. From these jagged openings, wisps of mystical energy seeped, swirling and dancing in the atmosphere. The haunting and mournful bellow being lost in this ethereal glow.
The mystical energy that emanated from the cracks took on a mesmerizing luminescence, casting a supernatural light on the desolation. It flickered and shimmered, illuminating the surrounding darkness with ethereal brilliance as if awakening long dormant forces that slumbered deep within these lands. Nobody being the wiser how things would unfold.
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(Finally!! I could see the light at the end of the void.)
As I was being shuttled towards a single point that felt lively, a sense of excitement rose deep within my soul. Although, I don't know what is there on the other end of the single point of light in this abyss like darkness but an undeniable curiosity compelled me to the journey further.
As I approached the source of light, its brilliance intensified, illuminating my vision and revealing glimpses of the unknown beyond. With each passing moment, the allure of the light grew stronger, its radiance pulling me closer like a gravitational force.
(Geez, first it was the abyss like void and now the unnatural luminosity. I can't seem to get a break!)
The never ending darkness around me seemed to be retreating, revealing fragments of a world that defied comprehension. There was a magnetic quality to this point of light, drawing me inexorably towards it, while simultaneously filling me with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration.
As I approached the threshold of the unknown, a kaleidoscope of emotions surged within me- hope, fear excitement and wonder.
(I don't know how much time has passed while I was in the deep abyss but I can't wait to find out.)
With each passing moment, the boundary between known and unknown blurred and a sense of liberation washed over me. As in this dazzling illumination, the light at the end of the void was not an end but a beginning- my beginning.
(Here I ..)
"COME!!!! Shitheads!! On your faces!! HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAH"
A ruckus laughter started reverberating deep beneath the ground in a hidden lair of space. A frail looking boy, was standing in a deep labyrinth like cave while being impaled by an unknown creature from his torso, eyes tightly shut and blood spilling from his mouth. The mad laughter kept reverberating until the boy opened his eyes ..
"Eh?! NOOOOOOOO!! Again an unreasonable situation! NO!!!!!"