What is your price mortal? What drives your desires thus far from the path of light? Could it be you seek an end to this… this entropy that surrounds you? Fool, you ARE entropy, it is all that you are, you cannot think to escape it’s dreadful clutches.

So tell me again, dear fool, what is it you want here, surely you do not come to speak to one such as I without a sorely pressing need, a deep dark desire?

Speak, tell me your innermost wants, I shall provide them, for a price.

Oh yes, there is always a price, don’t squirm so demon spawn, did you think you’d come hither and leave yon without my pound of flesh extracted?

So, you quiver not so much in fear as in remorse, for your thoughts are not hidden from me, I can see what you want, and I am not the judge here, you do that quite nicely on your own. See how you torture yourself with doubts, it’s delicious.

Come closer, let me tell you a secret, no matter what you ask for, how you word it, it will not change the outcome, you cannot outwit me here child, you never could, no matter how often you have tried. Oh yes, you’ve been here before, many times, and you will come again, many times, until you finally understand.

Chaos is a heartless mistress is she not? Nothing lasts, no sandcastle stands before the waves of time, but a grain of sand cares not that it was once a castle, nor that it might be shaped into one once more. So don’t let chaos deter you from your task, keep building that wall of grains, one at a time, always being washed away at days end, it’s all you can do, unless you wish to drown.

Oh, death, it is a nothing, get over it, you’ve been here before. Entropy is nothing if not eternally relentless, you will be born and die a thousand times before entropy has taken even a step upon the shores of your life’s beach, let it go, you can but hold it back a fraction, not worth a mention, you stubborn child.

Come closer, let me tell you a secret child, a secret you will not truly understand until it is too late, not until you have become the tide again will you see it clearly, come closer I beg of thee, that I might whisper it in your dying ear.

All gods, were mortal, once.