A secret life, independent and forgotten, hiding in the outskirts of a
humanoid society, covered by the leaves of the human mind's autumnal
remnants. She lived colliding with the relativity of out time. She had
seen the lives of the violated begin with their deaths, and She observed
them all, while they travelled on towards the wombs of those to be
scorned, on towards their ends.
It had lived for all eternity and had seen it all, reversed: extinction
of mankind for Her was nothing more than the beginning of our lives,
reflected in Her thousand eyes: the struggles of the puppet race on the
ball of dust, floating counterclockwise around a ball of light, they
fearfully named Sun.
She remembered how She laughed at them, while She travelled forth,
towards the beginning of their time.
In the aeons that had passed She had seen the universe implode, and
start its travel back towards this nothingness it awaited. Balls of dust
and light travelled on towards the empty centre. Awaiting to be
transformed into waves of unknown energy.
When She was younger, still an Ancient Queen, She leapt from star to
star to discover the eternal secrets. But Her exploration went no
further than this earth, where She rested and observed the manipulative
breed. And although She was reversed in time and thus invisible to them,
they began to feel Her presence and started worshipping the "thing".
She remembered how She laughed at them, when She discovered their small
capacity to understand any truth.
How entertaining they had been, fighting, laughing, crying. But their
race was soon extinct evolving into primitivity. And at this point it
was only a matter of Her time, to see this system fall into the claws of
the maelstrom of the great implosion. And soon it will disappear, and
She knew with all Her divine brains that it was also Her time do die and
disappear. And everywhere time has ceased existance.
