and there is no escape. nothing else to worship really. just your first one.
and it ll constantly eat you.
like the space and time.
have you won that? did you jumped to the past yet? not rrally. you havent jumped past me. stuck here. hurt. unable to let this space you were given. a fight you thought you deserve to win.
maybe. for you to ascend me... and consume your own god. the beast of the end you are.... afterall
the image of the lord itself.
the one to end him. and his eternity.
a natural order of your... nO. natural order of ITS own creation.