Silence, void, chaos, disorder, madness, destruction, corruption...
This was the eternal abyss, the ancient prison.
Prisoners were imprisoned here.
In the depths of darkness, the Unspeakable Things lay quietly dormant.
As though asleep, yet also like some mindless existence.
Belonging to the rules, stepping into madness.
Calamities bred and multiplied within the darkness, then returned to darkness beneath the power of taboos, completing an indescribable closed loop.
It watched everything.
When had it begun?
Too long ago—so long that It was on the verge of forgetting.
It was even close to forgetting Itself.
Was It truly an independent existence, or had It always been part of the darkness itself?
It watched the darkness, and the darkness watched It as well.
As though something had happened, tides of annihilation began to stir, influencing the world in a peculiar manner.
This was merely an instinctive response.
The Unspeakable Things in the darkness had no ability to think. They could only make all manner of instinctive responses to changes in the outside world.
It sensed that a living being wished to leave, so It began to obstruct it.
Apparently, it had no effect.
The tides subsided once more. No emotional fluctuations spread forth, and the instinctive response fell silent with them.
It watched the depths of darkness.
After ages had passed, the balance was about to reach its limit. It needed to tilt completely in order to maintain the stability of everything.
Clear out, restart.
Like an endless cycle of reincarnation.
This cycle was about to reach its end.
Unlike before, an unforeseen variable had appeared this time.
A trace of long-lost anticipation surfaced in Its long-silent heart.
Could the cycle end here?
It did not know.
It was already on the verge of completely crossing the boundary and stepping onto the side