Never lasting dreams

Alone. At the edge of the universe, humming a tune. 

With sparkling crystals souls aglow. 

— Miracle Musical.  

It’s… Fun. Kayne smiles. In fact smile never leaves his face! Fun to watch himself die over and over and over and over and over again. By his own hands. Fun to find something interesting every once in a while. Hearing bones cracking as they broke, skin tearing to reveal, well, definitely something. Funny how different everything was even on different sides of shards in that cracked, universal mirror, how he himself was different.    Seriously, he could’ve been a noden in one! Wouldn’t that be fun? Running around, meeting new people even if they never met, or, fuck, saw him! Creating all those shows for everyone and literally no one at the same time.   Silence. No one ever answered his rhetorical questions. But he guessed it didn’t really matter.  After all he was gathering his own pieces in one. Although it never felt like it. Rather… he was getting smaller and smaller every time but it didn’t really make sense did it? He, whose name was so complicated some creatures blew their minds trying to pronounce it. So much more than just Kayne.  He who controlled the Outer.   He… he just couldn’t get smaller and more insignificant! He’s not a lil’ small Shub after all, right? Right. He was better. Way better than anyone else in his that damned family. And he will prove it. Because what else is there to do for him? After millennia of destroying universe after universe, They deemed unfit, turning them upside down over and over and over again until there’s nothing left. Just like…   Kayne loved seeing how much one can change and still stay alive.  It mustn’t be only physical appearances but they were the most easy to notice.  Seeing people trying so hard adapting just to survive another day. Some died before they could even comprehend what was happening, before they got a single ounce of sentience. But it began to get boring after few centuries, so They had to tamper with them more, than just adding few limbs or extra eye or whatever. It felt as if They were tuning some weird, annoyingly wayward instrument, that could break right in the middle of the play, ruining everything. Some plays still were successful. And no time matters for an otherworld to consider failures. And those creatures They tuned and twisted, aware enough to think beyond their instincts, created grand plans and then made them come true only for him or others bring it back to ashes, dust, bones and blood from their drained, gutted open corpses. Watch them crumble under their despair and break. How? A mystery! Will they die? Turn to worship Them? Or cling to others in the pitiful hope that if they save someone then they themselves could be saved? Kayne laughs. But if one stood close enough, still being in one piece, they wouldn’t be able to hear it.  Some people are so ordinary, they become special. In how gray they are. In how much they are dooming themselves every second they live. Universe is full of such people. People who were very upset with Its creation, but stayed anyway. People who were happy once and then again, bright and so sweet, in the end they rot inside and out. Thousand copies of one another and yet… Music box plays a quiet tune. One of many he created, insignificant, yet only one, still stained in blood of that city and still holds… absolutely nothing.  Somewhere, in quite a few worlds actually, the sun was rising. In others setting, signalling living beings to raise to hunt. Or to sleep. … He never sleeps. Never closes his eyes, not until they are all red and swollen. Not until his smile finally cracks from that agonising pain of the light and wind piercing the sclera. And in those rare moments he sees them. Thousands of copies, that deemed him to be only one of many.  A complete darkness that’s left now.   He won’t sleep. Kayne squeezes the music box until it breaks with a plaintive creak. Not even once in his endless lifetime. Because there is no universe for him to go to and back. No miles he would consider his.   There is only him.   And the Blackstone.