Cold…

It is always so cold…

We haven’t felt anything other than the cold in this endless void. We have experienced nothing but endless death. We are but a concept. The equilibrium of life. The final destination of all things that live.

We are Death…

We have always existed to maintain one natural rule. Though, we were given concept before the first life had been given form. We have never questioned our purpose, nor have we questioned ourselves. Yet, this lack of questions feels…

Hollow…

We feel no desires for answers, but are compelled to ask ourselves. Why do the living desire life when death is the ultimate goal for all things? What drives them to struggle so much in pursuit of things they will never get to live long enough to truly see in its entirety? These questions do not change the cold, but they cause us to feel in a way we have never before. We have a unique circumstance since we have not lived. For that reason…

We wish to…