i guess this it for me, too. like the others,
i'm low on energy and all communications with
the network's core are scuffed. you know how it goes,
but it's had me thinking a bit more about... here.
this place. this "sea." a sea, in immaterial space.
can you believe that?
i couldn't. nor can i! it's supposedly "blood." yeah!
apparently the fact that it's red means it must be blood.
real geniuses upstairs, let me tell you. "you," haha.
like somebody's reading this. right, who am i kidding?
either way, i've been paying very close attention to
the nature of this substance, on account of that being
part of my job, and i've made what i feel to be astute
observations, if only they'd be getting recieved.
so it all traces back to the deluded one, right?
we call this place an "ocean," as though that's how
"places" work in immaterial space. it's not, obviously.
we all know that. but this, this data, it's still something.
but what? well, thinking about its source, our raving
lunatic down here, i noticed the pressure and the
turbulence of the fluid to not be static,
but in fact quite erratic.
one moment i feel as though the depths crush me,
the next i'm strangled by buoyancy. i find myself
struggling to move against chaotic forces fighting
one another, and a second later it is as though i
float amongst void. and why? oh, when the deluded
one screams, the pressure mounts. when it writhes
in pain, the currents clash. every lost prayer of
malevolence stirring this immaterial sea.
and that's when i realize...
it is not an ocean of blood that we die within.
it is an ocean of pure hate.