Leviathan's Slumber

A brave little world stands on its own as darkness creeps, and the stars come out in all their majesty. The primal fear of the unknown steps aside for a moment, pushed by childlike wonder at the immensity of it all. Translucent clouds meander about, not daring to block this magnificent view.

Hush now, the Leviathan sleeps.

Time stretches and contracts as cracks begin to form on this barren soil. The old deities, once omnipotent now give out sighs of fatigue, and ancient heros, once mighty now kneel down in defeat. But the blue mountain peaks refuse to fade and disappear, for they remember the sordid doings of man and kin; forevermore, forevermore.

Hush now, the Leviathan stirs.

Time stretches and contracts as songs of dismay rupture from its fabric, and haunting melodies hover in the mist. This world listens, but it does not hear. Orbs of neon rise from deep within the earth carrying prayers whispered in anguish and despair. This world looks, but it does not see. A brisk wind picks up a melancholic chord, and petrified trees weep once more; forevermore, forevermore.

Hush now, the Leviathan wakes.

A brave little world stands on its own as I look around, present but far away. My heart sinks into my guts as the ground vibrates in ritualistic rhythms. I gaze upon the stars and the desolate mountains as the beast breaks through the earth, and devours me whole.