Scribble 15: Omega Scenario

Hey there Wanderers!

I'm on a roll, apparently :p nah I'm just burning through old ideas.

So, this Scribble is titled "Omega Scenario". As some of you might have know, Omega is the last letter of Greek alphabet, and thus Omega Scenario would denote the very last scenario, where everything that has a beginning would end, where the last life would die, where even the greatest hope turn into despair.

Or is it?

There's only one way to know, no?

Let the Scribble begin.

Scribble 15: Omega Scenario

Suddenly, there were darkness.

From the torrent of light that constituted galactic super cluster Laniakea, darkness emerged, sniffing the very life from the stars, planets, and even the black hole at the heart of it all. Even the cosmic background radiation was rendered inert by the immense darkness.

Death was here.

And it didn't appreciate being used as a toy for humanity.

In its rage, it collapsed the entire edge of universe observable by humans, as it laugh at the dead cosmos.

But then it stopped. It was confused, by a flicker of light emanating from the pathetic remnants of Sol. No matter how much it tried, the light grew brighter and brighter, pulsating like a heart refusing to die.

Reality itself collapsed in the face of Death, but this flickering light defied even that, the light was the ultimate blasphemy committed by a race who dared to use Death itself as weapon.

And for the first time, Death felt fear.

It feared something it cannot kill, cannot comprehend, cannot destroy, cannot disassemble. It feared the flickering light, the last vestige of humanity that killed even their own gods.

The light spoke.

"Remember, that one person you laughed when you tore him apart."

"Remember, the madness that one name could impart."

"Remember his name, and in destruction it may depart."

"And crush you with an undying heart."

"Strange Aeon is beginning."

It remembered name, a simple designation used by humans, and yet it made even Death tremble in the dead universe.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange aeons even death may die."

~ H.P. Lovecraft (1890 – 1937) in "The Nameless City" (1921) ~

The Scribble will now end.

I had actually wanted to write that quote from H.P. Lovecraft into a short story for quite a while, and after an exceptionally long weekend my mind is racking overtime, spewing words after words, creating this Scribble.

And so, what do you think about it? What do you like/dislike? Would we meet in the next Scribble?

There's only one way to find out, no?