Sole nothingness. The scattered debris of a once higher self. A formerly stout pillar in the midst of ruins - once strong, now cut down by weakness - like an oak without roots.
And Nihil arose from emptiness - the devil’s most beautiful temptation. The only escape in a world defined by absurdity? Or at least... The highest form of self-fulfillment among pale ashes? Oh sweet decadence.
Let us open Pandora’s box... again and again and again.