[Ambience]
Within a cold cellar wrought from thick stone sat an elf lamenting in silence upon his study. The walls of this cellar were lined with many shelves and racks, each one filled with jars containing all sorts of oddities. His presence was one of sorrow, and his eyes like the light of a dying star in the dark abyss. He outstretched a digit, clawing at a vial which shone in that dim room, within it was a curious green liquid, fluctuating with colour.
Another figure suddenly crept into the room, scoffing at the state of the elf. It was then that they noticed a peculiar jar covered in cloth atop the table, and their visage darkened like a storm looming over a calm ocean. The figure cascaded by the shadows of the dimly lit room spoke, the words sliding across his tongue like a foul hiss.
“So you wish to play GOD, hm?”
“You mean the one who you have never met, nor seen, nor heard? What do you know about GOD?”
“I know that there is no escaping it. Ever-watching, ever-listening. The GOD needs not to speak. That is the difference between you and I.”
“No no. You speak of entropy. That which will arise from the nothingness to destroy, and then to create once again!”
“Ah yes, entropy. You are not entropy. You are not the GOD… so stop this madness.”
“What better to do than honour GOD through imitation!”
After that, there was silence. The lamplight waned, decreasing the light of the room even further. The very walls of the dungeon ached in despair. For they knew what was to come. Everyone did. Then, in that darkness, all that was heard was the sounds of machinery, the clinking of bottles, the scraping of otherworldly claws - he was back to work.
“No… oh no, no no no. You do not seek to do what I think you do. Oh GOD! Oh no!”
“Do not invoke it again. Lest ye wish for its reckoning sooner. You will not stop me.”
The elf continued at his devilish witchcraft, and to his satisfaction, the intruder had left. Its footsteps echoing off the corridors until they grew too distant to hear.
“His hands will pry through our veil, and his oh so holy host will wreak havoc upon our land! He will rip our star from its place in the vast abyss and swallow it whole! Oh! What wonder!
THIS is the enlightenment you seek!
If you wish to find GOD, then DIE with HIM!”
The elf bellowed, his voice like a thousand knives as he called out to that figure who retreated from his domain. There would be no peace until he was with GOD. He will witness his day of awakening, and it will be glorious.
“... All I want… is peace.”, He’d mutter quietly to himself, returning to his endless lament.