Our Obscene Hearts
"What am I ?"
The simple question that asked Schimmel to the one he thought was his most trusted person, started a waterfall of events. A question so honest, so pure, demands an answer as absolute. And Schimmel was not satisfied by the weak comeback he received. Motivated by a disruptive violence and never-ceasing grudge, the beast-man starts rummaging through the most dreadful secrets of the world. Secrets that more than one wish to see disappear… But how can the truth stay hidden when more join in his quest, asking the same thing, awakening suspicions ?
"What the hell are we ? In this sad and horrible place, what are we ? Why are we here ? What is our world and what are we in it ?"
Cried the world.
"We want to know !"
Screamed the choir.
"Even if it hurts ?", retorted the God of Mist.
The world silenced.
But Schimmel's voice did not die out.
"Even if it hurts… Tell me ! So I can finally be sure. So I can finally choose what I want to become !"
Clans fall, Empire's rises, leads by fools. Gods laugh while hitting their heads on walls, howling like maniacs. The ghosts of war await, never away from their tombs, chains at their feets. Humans and Demons make love, trying to understand who's trapped : Those living under the heavy sky or those thriving in the underworld ? Beasts run and run until they collapse, dead, in the remains of destroyed cities. The small world of Sith is eaten by nothingness under the glassy-eyes of sinking skyscrapers. Monsters ravage and are ravaged, as always, blinded by their hunger, not showing a care in the world.
War growl.
The end is coming.
Corruption in eating us. Us and everything.
The world is disappearing…
Is there no escape from the lie ?
And in this ending realm….What are we ?
SwimmingHorsy · Fantaisie
