There is an empty space. Then the suns burn brightly but do not burn away the water in the air or on my body. So different from the north. The leaves here are thick about me and covered with insects. Some of which are painted pretty colors. The leaves look smooth and soft. But that is a lie. They are rough like a Frostwere's tongue and try to scrape the meat from my bones.

But I must keep what meat I have. I must keep moving. All that is now important is the mission. The mission, and my training. I concentrate until the silence comes again. Black swallows black and I am empty. The suns are hot. Flits, hunger for blood. Suddenly, saliva in my throat..pain in my stomach. Hunger so fierce--it almost hides the prescence of the thing behind me. The metallic snake arcs and misses. So stupid, so viscious. So beautiful. Like a single muscle it enfolds me. My bones are like dried wood in its grip. I relish in the moment as my ribs flex inward. I float. Breathless. I find his thoughtless serpent mind. Let it awake in me my true Self. It should have been cooked. But my hunger has dissipated. It washes away, and again, there is the mission. And my training.

In the beginning, there was darkness. Endless void. Perfect and unending. Then came the corruption. The defilement. Light. Life. Flesh. Now it crawls, swims, and flies across the world. Loud, intrusive, false. Interrupting the perfect darkness. False consciousness. But, I am the heart of the darkness. I was given flesh to end all flesh. Through Aberon, who is my Self, who is All, I will break the filty chain of light and noise and life and flesh. And the world will be clean. And there will be peace. And All will be emancipated from this chain of being, from this consciousness.

A yet unnamed Rasmirin Anarchist--PC at least for now.

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