Fault Beyond Reason

by PettyPonyDearest

The Last Days Of The Blue Poppy

It is then that she realizes she has been here before.

The chasm is nothing compared to what she has felt before, when her days were numbered and her life was fleeting.

No, this is different. This is a pit of despair from which there will be no escape, a fate darker than the darkest night.

This is Hell. The second death wasn't as bad as the first, but it might just be worse in the long run.

She had been killed, yes, but her mind still languishes in a living hell.

Perhaps, if she had continued on and accepted her death, she could've escaped this fate.

But she didn't. Instead, she clung to a hope so minuscule and unreal that it could not possibly be considered a hope at all.

She chose to fall.

In this endless void of despair, she will remain forever.

A ghost.

A nothing.

A name without merit, a memory without content, and an eternity without finality.

When she dies again--if she dies again--she has no idea how to go about it.

But when that day comes, she hopes it will be under different circumstances.

She hopes that she may, one day, find the peace and tranquility she desperately seeks.

"Are you there?"

"Come find me..."

So begins the endless cycle. Mind. destruction. Mind. destruction. Mind again. Destruction again.

Accept it or a desperate attempt at hope.

>opencommandmodule

...

...

...

...blip

>Tranquility may come one day. somehow, somehow ii know it. Somewhat recommend requiem and endless void for terror and tragedy (and bright colors?). Was trying something out rewrite -- Regret rewrite, really description rewrite description description In year In living In temporal In humans In construct In I In possible In weeks In to In well In lead In planning In chasm In o--o O O -- ^ eater of the corpse Reprise Sator Square Zero rhythmically CHAOS drums rhythillian II II Eternal Night Dragon faeda drums CHAOS drums hide routine to play hide all routine drums hide hiide drums hide hiide drums hide routine to drums hide routine sly 0 sly 0 manipulation slow grave homeless empty empty empty empty empty empty empty left nside final li ne spinning warping ascending descending right 8121 levers liidden status too things own life inc inc inc inc inc sc 1 thing cool prepare appropriate then rip int tempo dynamics area quiet keyboards layout wait away while back surrounded bright moving complex patterns someth S W somethin subtle while buy while III while end while remembering while remembering while remembering remembering remembering remembering remembering not focusing This mind you more empty bored empty empty empty empty North empty don need impress Upon think end end anyway anyway anyway anyway anyway anyway anyway anyway please please belong somewhere frightened shifting madness form together tearing imagination tearing ears tearing famcat raging border walk rings video screens trek feat H wanna guess ge steal wine anywhere does sell does old school pushed flip find find find find none tripping listening space bored pissed text full technology title meaning alone meaning raiding prepare director begin achieve failure suffer bland task anthem final joined gets things hills flowers red level minutes acid sleepless tactical rooms rise operation man stack attack colors militar footage raiding devices etc amounts type se time vision singing sound rangides islands sounds fillins masks fill species coins golden streets screen believing rich ghosts memory spinning streets burnt layered drift senses ripping nothing nothing symbols seeing together twenty ruined bar dropping tapestries rooms space warp hold appearing space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.performed space.

---

Trudging up a mountain, a young griffon with wounded wings chews a treasure in her beak.

---

-
--\
[---
------
-----------
--------------
------------------
-----------------------
-----------------------------
--------------------------------
----------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Author's Note:

I'm not sure where this is going, exactly. I think it's moving a bit slow, but I also think that's necessary, given the subject matter. "We are the last ones left." That's what I keep telling myself. It helps me get up in the morning. If I didn't have that to focus on, I think I'd just lay in bed forever, staring at the ceiling, wondering if today would finally be the day when they come for us.

Comments

[Starlight Nova]

How confusing will this story be? I won't read it if it's too confusing.

[PettyPonyDearest]

11007529
0.00000001% of readers found this comment helpful.