under the surface, at the edge of the edge,
the seething threatens to break through and bring about the uncovering.
should that come to pass, it can never be unseen, for good or bad, for the everything.
shadowed memories, once full of life and color, shiver and fall, just at the edge of the edge.
the heart and soul trembles with unspent rage, sorrow and unhallowed ferocity.
a light begins to warm the surface, threatening still to wreak havoc upon the everything. The
everything lies unaware of the danger so powerful and, yet so subtle, near to it.
a tremor runs through the everything, signaling something, though what, it does not know.
darkness cools the surface, and shadowed memories explode again to color and life,
sealing back the seething and it's wicked and terrible power. The everything is safe again, for now.
the seething waits, just under the surface, at the edge of the edge.
One time it will do more than threaten, and it will break free. Once is all it will take.
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