Towards The Timecentre

A secret life, independant 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 our 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 eye: the struggles

of the puppet race on the ball of dust, floating counterclockwise

around a ball of light light, they tearfully 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 reserved 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 maelstrom of the great implosion.

And soon it will disappear, and She knew with all Her divine

brains that it was also Her time to die and disappear.

And everywhere time has ceased existance.