So I decided to write another thing, similar to last time. By the way, this is UsualStew, just felt like changing my name and gamer tag to something more related to literature. It [i]is[/i] my passion, after all. [i]The metal ground hums gently beneath my soles. Strangely, between it and the soft drumming of my heartbeat there is little distinction. Ahead of me lights burn into existence, vivisecting the murky path ahead like a scalpel. The air fills with a strange, otherworldly sound. I can see it, not physically but as something deeper, something alien that burns in my mind without my will; not a noise yet not a shape. It’s... difficult to explain. Try to imagine clusters of data, tiny bits and numbers that flow like rivers through the ocean of time and space. Now picture that as a bridge; ancient yet unimaginably complex. That is what I...see? Feel? Trying to convey the sense matters little anymore. I can see them now. They break through the fog in hosts of many, their aeneous bodies gleaming in the dense Venusian air. Looking at them now, I find myself filled with a fear so primal, so raw in its nature that it feels more like a memory than an emotion. A sense of familiarity comes with it, and though I have never seen these beings before, it feels as though I have lived this moment a thousand times.They are the hands that rend and shape time like clay. I want to run, but there is nowhere to go. I focus my thoughts, and feel the skin of my palms blister as a miniature sun sparks into existence, swirling and churning with its volatile energies. This is my final stand. [/i] (thanks for pointing out that little error, axioms ^_^) Previous shorts: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/103304680/0/0/1 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/106313993 [b]EDIT:[/b] Created and added an audio version. Unfortunately, I was stupid and recorded the old version, and improvised on small (very small) parts, hence why it is slightly different from the original, but only in terms of wording. Still worth a listen though.