The ripple that unfurled went unnoticed by mortal kind, causing an aberration in the laws of reality and altering Existence forevermore. Stagnant shadows shifted, awakening from their slumber, and the inert hand of an unseen clock ticks anew, a countdown long halted once again set in motion. Light distorted in the presence of The Abyss, its brightness muffled and warped beneath the weight of the nothingness.
Disembodied whispers overlapped, praying for salvation; for revenge; for respite. A thousand lifetimes of suffering interlocked with the tranquil darkness, and now the voices pulled at its threads. Whispers became pleas. Pleas became demands. Demands became revolt. They all heard it; the song that had been buried, its voice muffled, its melody confined by restraints of acquiescence. It was only for a moment; a mere fraction of a second that the song reached them, but that was all it took for shadows to twist and shatter.
They were awake; they were angry; they were hungry. Aeons of their essence trickling into Existence through the cracks in reality would now be met with a deluge. They’d tear and rip, break and fracture, crush and destroy the barrier between the two. They had to find it; the song that would finally end it all - the song that would herald the end of what they had started.
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