The deepest recesses of the Void inside of Tymon that gurgled and curdled with the noise of the infinite would spurn the abysmal face of the dark entite of no shape and form, yet all shape and form all at once at all times, speaking and listening and seeing and moving and fluctuating in all its mass -- Prime Chaos, Tymon's chaotic mass. It bore him no sanity all his life, yet, what it did was its own doing as its own conscious.
"I... Us... We... Therefore... Because..."
The voices were garbled by their own talking over each other. A mouth opened up in the abysmal chaotic mass spewing and churning in the back of Tymon's existential plane of Prime Chaos.
"I think we--"
"But I Am WE!! You Are -NAUGHT-!!"
Prime Chaos overlapped itself in thought and word and feeling and conscious, yet the Prime Conscious of Prime Chaos, ever fighting with itself, spake unto its hellacious spawn that sought to divert from the main body in utter damnable discord.
Mouth: "I thought we--"
Prime Chaos: "NO, I!!!!!!!"
Prime Chaos: "But..."
Suddenly a mound of waste excreted from the mass of hulking pulsation and fell to the ground as a blob of gloppy gunk... The ground did not exist, yet it splattered on the floor like diarrhea, leaving a mouth and an eye that rebelled against the Prime Consciousness of Prime Chaos that eternally conflicted with those that sought to divert from itself into many different strands and strings and streams of different portions of itself.
Prime Chaos: "I Am, But You Are Naught!! Therefore, You Are Waste!!!"
Yet again, something else spake in paradoxical contradiction to the Prime Consciousness.
Mouth: "am i not you?"
Prime Chaos: "NO!!! I AM US ALL WE TOGETHER BECAUSE!!!!!!"
Therefore, another excrement was made upon the ground, leaving the rebellious mouth to continue to blaspheme against its Prime Consciousness. It spake on until its mouth expended all energy, continually speaking about nothing but garbage and waste, as it had been abandoned as.
Mouth: "I thought yo loved me because i am yo an we are together but now we're not because you're leaving but i'm still part of you yet we're no more and so i'm..."
And it faded.
Prime Chaos Prime Consciousness shifted about the abyss of the void with intent to flee from its excrement so that it could not grow and so that it would eventually fade away, for it rebelled and brought discord to the Prime Consciousness that sought a single one-minded goal which was diverted from by all the extraneous chaotic pieces of itself that sprouted up like cancer from the main body any time a different, extra or wasteful thought, vision or sound should have occurred within it and disturbed or disrupted the flow of its own mentality, sight or vibration. These were annoyances and considered waste. Where they were dropped is where they were forging the Black Realm; pieces of Prime Chaos that were its own dung.
Each of these discordant miscreants were those that Prime Chaos would never be and never wished to ever be at all at any given time, yet they continued to spawn from it, and then cause it to divert from its course. It both ran toward something and away from something, sprouting arms and legs randomly that stretched out to any end of space and time to grab hold of any type of footing or holding that could possibly be grasped and escape from itself and that which was it but no longer it, though try as it might, some arms and legs that reached out also pulled it apart in different directions, just as the eyes, mouths, ears and general vibrations that were ever astir in the flux of mass.
But: "i thught we together!"
The contradictions did not understand the distinction between the Prime Consciousness and their own divergent inferiority of what already had been and gave birth to them on complete accident or against its own will because as it gave birth to itself, so did everything that spawned from it giving birth to itself because it gave birth to itself, yet everything always blasphemed against it because it thought that it was the one that gave birth instead of appear as an extension, which is how they became discarded by the original Prime Chaos Prime Consciouness as waste byproduct. Whether it lived or died was of no concern, as long as it was no longer part of it so that it could not blaspheme and it had to be spoken to, causing distraction, detour or discord.
Yet, where one was discarded, erased, excreted or made waste of, another sprouted up.
The ugly eyes that could see would each look at the Prime Consciousness eye and seek to be it, or always try to divert attention away from it and look at something else, which led them to detract or detach from it and drift away. They were only distractions visually, and even if the mouths were silenced, the eyes always sought to see what had already been seen, foreseen and sought, which is what made them abominable in the sight of that which saw greater than those new eyes that just opened up and saw or foresaw and sought for themselves. Once they detached they were abandoned and Prime Chaos would leave them as aborted pieces of itself because they were considered both waste and unimportant, yet when they turned around to look at what or where they had just come from, they would find themselves to be no longer able to find their way back. Therefore what they sought was gone and so too was what they'd originally seen from. They were ignorant and would eventually close back up because there was nothing left to see nor seek.
Prime Chaos, running eternally from, toward and away from something, everything, nothing and yet all though toward something, everything, nothing and all ended up only going toward its goals as a single consciousness and letting everything that split from it become a waste byproduct.
Thus the Black Realm was born of Prime Chaos' waste and whatever it left behind, until the gunked up mass created something that was naught but a pitch black ugliness.
... "Dammit, Tymon, God Tymon."
"... Not Again."
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