What a slumber it has been. Impressive visions had in dreaming; such will help to build much more a universe. Things not to have been created without the rest.
I feel eternity once more; I am bound to everything.
I am infinity once more; My power limitless. I am all there is and shall be.
But there is something else here, with us.
It is a wrongness.
What I had left good and righteous now seems as deficit.
I feel pains, greater than I could intend.
For what purpose is this?
Before my absence I gave this realm greatness and purity, why now do I feel suffering and hatred?
I will look and I will see.
I am there, here with us now. Those are that helped to create us.
There is a void.
My counterpart has travelled to where I cannot see.
He has been a reckless one in my departure from them: all the worlds.
He has carried eternity into where it must not be.
No living thing must perceive us.
No living thing must know us, only can they look for us intently.
I feel his becoming into greed.
He has used my rest as his rise. He has hidden himself where my body must not follow. He intends to make my creation sick and beaten, to accept a new creator.
There is anger here.
Disappointment and rage is encircling.
This universe will soon collapse, satisfying only the void.
I sense his evil.
It is hidden well.
He has broken and scattered himself and his essence about all the lands where there is breath. He has fooled us, and those that breathe.
They do not comprehend the life within them. They know not where they head.
There are many wrong ones he has freed into perception. These that have duty to seek life and take from it to leave nothing but what aids the void.
Where my body must not follow they have much power. They lord over the land and its consciousness, taking its living essence for their own creation.