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<blockquote data-quote="Joker" data-source="post: 635819" data-attributes="member: 826"><p><strong>The end.</strong></p><p></p><p>You sit, stand, hover in a space, a space without walls, without a ceiling and without a floor. You’re there, in darkness, absolute darkness. You’re alone, you can’t see the others, you can’t see yourself. But when you think about it, you’re not alone. You can feel the others, you can feel them close by, in you and around you. You’re not alone. A sense of calm, of never-before-felt tranquility washes over you. But you can’t see each other, it is only the blackness that you see. There is absolutely no light. Save for one thing. One tiny point of light in the infinite distance. You’ve never seen it before, it is as though you had you’re eyes closed and only now you have opened them. But that is the only thing you see.</p><p>Suddenly you accelerate, straight for that unknown light. But the light doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. Maybe it is infinitely far away. You’re thoughts are occupied with one thing and one thing only during you’re unending journey: What is it?</p><p></p><p>Then…you are there. It is as if an eternity passed in an instant.</p><p></p><p>In front of you is man, wreathed in a white-blue flame, sitting, with his hands on his knees en with his eyes closed. To his left lies a sword, still sheathed. The scabbard is simple, made of black wood. The sword slightly curves at the end of the blade. It looks like one of those oriental swords. A katana. Where you hold the sword is simple, leather-bound wood. The flame illuminates nothing but him and his sword, which still zit motionless on a floorless floor. The garments the man wears are made of one simple black cloth without sleeves. It’s the only clothing he’s wears, which is bound by a simple cord around his waist.</p><p></p><p>He is completely bald. But his head, face, yes, his entire body is covered in tattoos. Black ink on his otherwise white skin. Exactly on the middle of his head is the image of a star with an infinite amount of points. The points flow into an infinite amount of little snaking lines which resemble small lighting bolts. All those infinite lines flow into one large twisting lighting bolt which runs down his back and disappears into his garment. But they appear again on his bare, muscular arms. Dozens of thin lightning bolts going down the length of his arm, only to end in black fingernails. But the thing that you notice the most are the two separate tattoos around his eyes. Around his left eye the tattoo looks like that of a comma, and around his right eye is the same thing but then upside down.</p><p></p><p>He still sits there in contemplating silence. Then he slowly picks up his sword with his left hand and holds it in front of him, horizontally. Then with his right hand he slowly pulls his sword out of its scabbard and places the scabbard back on the ground next to him. With the sword in his right hand he brings into a vertical position directly in front of him. Then he slowly places his left hand directly across from where his right hand is and holds the sword with his palms, fingers stretched but together. With the only exception of the erratic lightning bolts on his arms, everything about him is perfectly symmetric. His sitting stance, his clothes, his sword and his knees that lay against the non-existing floor. All of it, the epitome of perfection. Then he breaks the symmetry by moving his right hand up and his left hand down until they are horizontally clear of each other. Then he clasps the handle tightly but delicately.</p><p></p><p>A moment of silence passes until he, still sitting motionless, begins to speak.</p><p></p><p>“One of you has died and this is the only gift I can give you. But, to keep the balance…” He is silent for a moment. “…an eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A life…for a life. Prepare yourselves. Because the day will come that eternity has an end and infinity has a beginning and a conclusion. Prepare yourselves for that day…that <em>will</em> come."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Joker, post: 635819, member: 826"] [b]The end.[/b] You sit, stand, hover in a space, a space without walls, without a ceiling and without a floor. You’re there, in darkness, absolute darkness. You’re alone, you can’t see the others, you can’t see yourself. But when you think about it, you’re not alone. You can feel the others, you can feel them close by, in you and around you. You’re not alone. A sense of calm, of never-before-felt tranquility washes over you. But you can’t see each other, it is only the blackness that you see. There is absolutely no light. Save for one thing. One tiny point of light in the infinite distance. You’ve never seen it before, it is as though you had you’re eyes closed and only now you have opened them. But that is the only thing you see. Suddenly you accelerate, straight for that unknown light. But the light doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. Maybe it is infinitely far away. You’re thoughts are occupied with one thing and one thing only during you’re unending journey: What is it? Then…you are there. It is as if an eternity passed in an instant. In front of you is man, wreathed in a white-blue flame, sitting, with his hands on his knees en with his eyes closed. To his left lies a sword, still sheathed. The scabbard is simple, made of black wood. The sword slightly curves at the end of the blade. It looks like one of those oriental swords. A katana. Where you hold the sword is simple, leather-bound wood. The flame illuminates nothing but him and his sword, which still zit motionless on a floorless floor. The garments the man wears are made of one simple black cloth without sleeves. It’s the only clothing he’s wears, which is bound by a simple cord around his waist. He is completely bald. But his head, face, yes, his entire body is covered in tattoos. Black ink on his otherwise white skin. Exactly on the middle of his head is the image of a star with an infinite amount of points. The points flow into an infinite amount of little snaking lines which resemble small lighting bolts. All those infinite lines flow into one large twisting lighting bolt which runs down his back and disappears into his garment. But they appear again on his bare, muscular arms. Dozens of thin lightning bolts going down the length of his arm, only to end in black fingernails. But the thing that you notice the most are the two separate tattoos around his eyes. Around his left eye the tattoo looks like that of a comma, and around his right eye is the same thing but then upside down. He still sits there in contemplating silence. Then he slowly picks up his sword with his left hand and holds it in front of him, horizontally. Then with his right hand he slowly pulls his sword out of its scabbard and places the scabbard back on the ground next to him. With the sword in his right hand he brings into a vertical position directly in front of him. Then he slowly places his left hand directly across from where his right hand is and holds the sword with his palms, fingers stretched but together. With the only exception of the erratic lightning bolts on his arms, everything about him is perfectly symmetric. His sitting stance, his clothes, his sword and his knees that lay against the non-existing floor. All of it, the epitome of perfection. Then he breaks the symmetry by moving his right hand up and his left hand down until they are horizontally clear of each other. Then he clasps the handle tightly but delicately. A moment of silence passes until he, still sitting motionless, begins to speak. “One of you has died and this is the only gift I can give you. But, to keep the balance…” He is silent for a moment. “…an eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A life…for a life. Prepare yourselves. Because the day will come that eternity has an end and infinity has a beginning and a conclusion. Prepare yourselves for that day…that [i]will[/i] come." [/QUOTE]
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