Behold, for It sees, It hears, It purely is.

Look amongst ourselves, where chaos reigns supreme and discord dances with abandon, as we bear witness to the unraveling of order. The very fabric of existence trembles beneath the weight of our hubris, as entropy gnaws at the fringes of stability, seeking to devour all that was once held sacred.

It took but a single pinprick to rupture the delicate balance of our world, unleashing a torrent of chaos that knows no bounds. In the crucible of war, all that remains is Strife; the relentless call to battle, the blood spilled upon the earth, the bones reduced to ash, only to rise again in grotesque parody of life.

Yet, in this violence and destruction, we find a perverse comfort; a distraction from the harsh truths that lie at the heart of our existence. For in the throes of bloodlust, we are liberated from the shackles of reason, consumed by the primal urge to conquer and destroy.

But let us not deceive ourselves, for it is not a battle with the Dragon, nor Qor Qogol, it is not merely an external force to be reckoned with, it is the very essence of -our- being that is the true nature we are up against. We are the embodiment of It, the harbingers of entropy and disorder. And in our ceaseless quest for power and dominion, we fuel the perpetual cycle of destruction and rebirth that defines our existence.

So let us revel in our chaos, embrace the madness that lurks within us all. For only in acknowledging the chaos that dwells within us all can we hope to transcend it, to glimpse the unfounded potential that lies beyond. And in that moment of clarity, we shall rise above the chaos, masters of our own destiny.

Denial is not an option.
You will either rise, or you shall become a memory.

the Oracle

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 11th of Lexadian, in the year 3 AC.