Dearest friends of the German language,

today you will not be pleased. This tale is written in English.

I wrote it during an English lesson, as a result of being bored, and refined it a little bit at home.

It is not as philosophical as the stories Sangreal and Tinytis wrote, but anyway, it’s gonna go into public. (Sorry.)

 

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The Unity blew up in many parts. I could just save my bare life and escape into a nearby planet’s glass house for man-eating plants. As I think, I was the only human being who survived the acts of violence. Sadly I looked out of the large windows and watched the broken Unity parts move through the vain. They somehow reminded me of fallen oak leaves floating on a lake surface. Suddenly, I heard a cracking noise from behind. When I jumped and turned around, it was already too late. Two huge worms crouched onto me, which I watched shiveringly, not even thinking of escape. Tentacles sprouted out of their heads and held my arms and legs so that I couldn’t move, nor could I scream, because I could hardly breathe due to the hard wrap around my body.

Now, tentacles slipped into my head through my nose and ears. (I wonder if you actually wanted to know that.) My vision blurred. Strange colors became visible, they seemed like color baloons filled with paint which were flying at me and exploding. I had taken many sorts of psychedelic drugs in my long galactic life, but the experiences of these had not been half as realistic as that – and not a quarter as painful. I heard strange sounds and felt like my brain was pulled out of my head through my eyes.

Then, I only saw white. It was a hard, glowing white which hurt in my eyes. If it really were my eyes which saw that, and not another, formerly unknown sense which just mapped onto the sense of sight so that I could perceive what happened. Soon, I did not only see the white color, but could also hear it, smell it, taste it, feel it. It sounded like a horrible, screeking-scratching, headache-causing noise, no, much more awful. It tasted like vomitus which was eaten again and then regurgitated once again, if not worse; and its stench was not much better. It felt like vivid rats in my mouth and needles pricking what I thought was my skin. And then I became the pain. I was the white, which floated into me and ripped and tore me apart from the inside. I felt powerful, but this power did not feel good. It rather felt like being a giant that would destroy anything around when moving. It was like being powerful and powerless at the same time. However, I could still think rationally and clearly.

With my thoughts, I tried to move the white being. That was the worst decision I made in the last two hundred years. If I thought the torture had been vile until now, I was as wrong as wrong could be. In fact, it had been like being massaged before, compared to now.

I am trying to find words to describe the agony I felt, which is nearly as hard as the pain itself. I think it must feel similar when one falls into the sun and gets drawn into its nucleus, and has got to bide there for a myriad of years. On the other hand, when being kept on the Island in the Sun, there is only heat and fire; but what I felt was not only extreme warmth, but also a uber-arctic cold and bitter ice around me, at the same time. I felt like being pulled long and pressed together, like torn apart and crushed simultaneously. All my senses (some of which I didn’t even know existed) reported torment and unnatural data to my brain. Nevertheless, I think the worst thing that eventuated was that I was conscious all the time. I could even think and can now remember everything that occured and every suffering I had to endure.

After some time, when the agony had soothed a little bit, I tried to feel the white matter with my thoughts. However, it felt vast and infinite, and I could not determine whether it even existed. But I felt some response – that is, I did not actually feel it the moment it came to pass, but I afterwards I was aware that this was the right way. I cannot explain it properly, but I hope that whoever reads this will understand what I am trying to put forward.

Anyway, my thoughts were the key to escape this sore situation. Thus, I tried to move it once more. This time, I resisted the torture and forced the matter to progress in the space I was situated. And again, I experienced another level of pain, another degree of agony. I kept venturing to free me, and after what seemed to me like decades, something happened. At first, I did not even realize that a change had come, but then, slowly, I became concious of the metamorphosis that had transpired. I did not feel pain any longer. No, I felt strong, powerful. With my senses, which had changed and now really conveyed the information about what was occuring around me into my brain. Also, I was fully aware of being the matter I only perceived before. But the most important and most astonishing thing that arose was that I discerned that I – the matter – whatever – had turned to black. Vivid black. Ecliptic black. Dark Powerful Black. I could control it now like I could control my human body.

The matter – that is, my body – had some very interesting characteristics: I could form a small, very hard ball of it, or a wide, flat object that seemed like a flying carpet. I could take every shape I wanted.

Finally, it came to my mind that this was really happen inside my brain, perhaps inside my unconscious. It had to be some battle, of which I just had won the first part by gaining control over the black matter. I remembered the ancient tales about the Mind Worms, which entered people’s minds to gain control over them and get an army of zombie-like robots. Only less could fight them back and re-obtain their brain, and it seemed like I was on a good way to do so.

With my new-gained existence form, I strolled around the vast emptyness that lonelily existed here. I still enjoyed being powerful again. After some time, I met another shape like me, which apparently was white. Actually, it looked like two worms bound together. I tried to touch it, but it moved away very quickly. So, I tried it another time, aware of it avoiding my touch. This time I got it, which was a very fascinating, but also disgusting experience. It felt like consisting of very many and very small single beings, just like Ygramul, the swarm being from the Neverending Story. Obviously, I had to take place around the white being to keep all the swarm beings in one position. I cannot tell why I knew that, but I did. As I seemed to be inside my inconscious, such sudden thoughts were not too surprising. But the being did not make it easy for me. It formed a very small, hard shape or a wide, thin swarm, which were both hard to catch, and moved very quickly. The only way for me to seize it was becoming flat and wide, and then trying to make it move next to me. I became so flat that I was barely visible or perceivable, and then let a little ball erupt from my surface. The being followed it and tried to catch it like I wanted to catch the being. But when it was over me, I rapidly drew together and formed a sphere-like shape around it. Realizing that it had been caught, it became hard and sped against my body, but I made the sphere walls thicker and thicker and caused the sphere to shrink and wrap around the swarm. After some time, it stopped moving. I had defeated it.

A wave of power flooded through me. Again, I had very strange sensual impressions, the drug trip still lasted. But now, it felt good, very good. My human senses were returning.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the two worms lying on the ground motionlessly, having turned to gray. They were eradicated in front of my eyes, like paper that is burned in a fire.

I felt physically weak, but mentally very powerful. This was the start of something powerful. Still, the Unity was destroyed and the rest of the crew was dead, but I was somehow almighty. But my power did not come from the Unity of Existence any more, but from the Chaos and from Discord of life and everything. I could take power from the Darkness and the Chaos, which rules everywhere in the universe. I was the Chaos, and I am the Chaos.