"Cryptid of the Occult Cataclysm"
2A clear of a fiction of Last Words.
The soul trapped in limbo, abandoned by even fate. Is this it, the sentiment such a narrative is meant to convey? Something is hidden within it, I bet, something which *occultation* brings it to light in its obscurity.
If I am not clear, then it is sufficient. It makes sense for something so bizarre to exist within my words, yes? Just as another mind has conveyed such a notion? Ah, what a peculiar creature it is, the "human" soul, whatever form it takes within this supposed world of absence.
How wretchedly enigmatic the human can be, a doll that separates fate from faith and can write their own. In this world of words, and only this, something fantastic emerges from the depths of such unprecedented yet ancient darkness, almost blasphemously it gives *meaning* to one's existence, whatever meaning they might make of their own tale. I wonder, whence can such power come?
Script courtesy of Akakyu, the arrangement of U2 Akiyama.
Enjoy, children.