Talk:Dark Matter/@comment-26376061-20160320153317/@comment-28262756-20170107052627

I step out into the open, and she sees me.

Her lustful eyes stare into my soul and try to convince me to come to her, to embrace a life of constant pleasure, to be one with her.

And in her mind, she hears, 'As you bare your mind to me, so shall I to you. I'm sorry.'

I open my mind and push all of my memories into her head. Memories which stretch back centuries, millenia, eons... even before the universe itself.

She sees my soul, trapped in body after body, each aging and dying from the overload of energy.

She sees how I have toyed with the fabric of reality, brought life and coaxed ot to evolve, becoming smarter and smarter, until one day...

A man, the first user of magic, realized my existence.

He turned his eyes to the heavens, and he saw what I had made, the infinite abyss of space, speckled with stars.

He opened his mind to me, and I spoke.

'You are the first in all of existence to realize I am here; I see your mind, and you are intellegent. You will be my avatar, an irresistable force to save the world or destroy it.'

And we were bonded together, he with my power in the heavens, watching his own life unfold, and me, in human form, traveling the world and experiencing amazing things.

But he grew old, and with his dying breath he passed on to his only son.

So began a tradition, and all of his lineage have possessed the power to remake the universe as they wish.

As all that flowed into my friend's mind, it took all of my remaining focus to keep her fragile psyche intact, but in both an instant and an eternity, it was over.

She was pure. I had ripped the darkness out of her, cast it into the fiery oblivion beneath the earth's crust, and sealed it there, eternally.

I looked into her eyes, and she slowly fell backwards onto the cushion I managed to conjure just in time.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Her mind needded tome to recuperate. We would talk in the morning.