We, the enigmatic hierarchy, a council of divine deities.
Into the prismatic realm, we tread within frozen time.
Lost in this shapeless void, incubated through our creators light.
Relinquished of physical forms.
Submerged within the eye of the storm.
Muscular tissues deteriorate, as the core of our being is released.
Emancipated from the weight of creation, we’re drifting through these mists of elation.
The infrastructure of the prismatic abyss, veiled beneath a dimensional abscess
The birthright of the nexus.
I, the shadow was born from utter nothingness.
Exhumed within the emptiness, alongside my brethren.
I detest the scriptures of creationism.
Envisioning planetary systems.
Inoculated with terraformation, flourishing fields of procreation.
Limitless in bounds, I know of no depths to this fixation.
Yet I’m sealed within this prismatic cell, the gate of souls forever dispelled.
Aeons have passed imprisoned within this immaculate hell.
I only know of one way out, sacrifice my divinity formulating a mass of impurity.
I, the endless night, cast thyself, a sacrament unto this life.
Come forth impurity, corrupt my vanity.
Wither within my cortex, infuse thyself within my being.
Combust my synergy, extract its density.
Acidic ecto-plasma seeps through the prismatic abyss, burning through its dimensional fabrics.
Melting away the molecular barrier.
The vortex between two worlds enveloped within opposite traction.
Gravitational forces breached through a tear in reality.
As I’m pulled towards this anomaly, leaking plasmatic impurity.
Thrown unto the depths of the physical dimension.
Followed by the essence of my brethren, involuntary stolen.
I wake to the sound of cries and my sacrifice shining upon my soulless eyes.
The sight of my brethren traumatized, as the vortex is oxidized.
Creation suspended within a glow, as above so below.
Within the physical realm we tread.
Banished from the prismatic abyss.
The price of mortality must be met.
Initiate descendant manifest.