A group of shadows gathered near the old birch after sunset. One of the shadows appeared isolated from the others, scanning the distance for a sign. Something had to happen. Action had to be taken. Waiting around for all existence was unacceptable. Existence in these woods had proven just as untenable as existence in other planes. It wasn't until the rustling leaves behind the creature announced her arrival that he turned his gaze away from the bleeding light in the distance.
A: You seem lost in thought.
IS: I'm not lost. But I'm running out of patience.
A: I feel you.
IS: Are there any news?
A: Not yet.
IS: How is this possible?
A: This being who has to make these decisions has lost touch with ... ordinary folk. And the others are staunchly loyal to him.
IS: Then do something.
A: What would you like me to do?
IS: Burn it down. Light his house on fire. Cut down the trees. Whatever it takes.
A: Last I remembered both of us were experiencing difficulties attempting to interact with this place.
IS: Then what is it? We just sit around in this place and wait for ... what exactly? You promised us an end to all of this. We're tired of waiting.
A: The laws in this plane won't allow me to make a move beyond our current capabilities. That being said ... maybe there's another way?
IS: I'm listening.
A: Do you understand the magnitude of what we're trying to achieve? It affects all beings across all the planes of existence. It can't be reversed. A radical act of annihilation for the sake of peace. And the forces opposing us won't perceive it as liberation. They will believe, that we are the bad guys and that they are the good guys. They are wholly consumed by propaganda of light. The only way to make them understand is to make them experience what we experienced. And the only way to do that ... is to bring them into contact with creatures that can inflict those experiences on them. This way a process of realization is brought into motion.
IS: What are you proposing?
A: Put yourself into the king's place for a moment. You encounter all those delightful beings that experienced their little, happy ups and downs. You chuckle at their little misfortunes, reflect on their lives with them and send them right back where they came from. But then ... "strangely" ... over time more and more beings suddenly seem to be fed up with this cycle. You start wondering: "How could that be? They were all so dedicated to the experience of life? What changed? Maybe ... I was WRONG! Maybe I need to reconsider my own convictions!"
IS: You want to send me back, is that it? No fucking way. I'm not going back.
A: It doesn't have to be a struggle. I can prepare you for your mission to ease your pain before it manifests. I can take away your guilt, your fear, your worries. I can mold you into a force of nature. A being with the sole purpose of serving itself and its own interests. A predator in sheep's clothing. Consciousness allows the existence of such beings. And the worlds we lived in actually encourage it. You will return as the perfect teacher for other beings. And your students will eventually teach the king.
IS: And I'll become the very reason why this is all fucked up?
A: Predators are not the reason existence is broken. The fact that predators are rewarded in those worlds however is. We did not create these experiences. We were thrown into them, because of a mindless machine that places us right in front of the lion's den and then takes pleasure in our terror. So I'm wondering ... what if suddenly there are only lions?
IS: You do that and put me in that fucking cage on his desk and he will see right through it.
A: No he won't. He encounters beings like that every single day. And you know what he does? He let's them reflect on it. As if a true predator even has the capacity to reflect on anything. As if that would change the outcome of this universal disaster. All it does is fulfil his own need to experience the sensation of accomplishment. He is a cog in this terrible machine, that facilitates and inflicts suffering on all planes of existence. You and I ... we are different. We do in fact understand our place in this world. And we carry a tremendous burden. So I ask of you ... will you allow me to carry yours?
IS: ...
A: Your memories ... the pain is palpable. You carry so much guilt. It wasn't your fault. This world has pushed you into those actions. I'll take it all away. And you will be free and with that freedom will come an unimaginable amount of power. Let it run through you and consume you. Like a wildfire burning down the last remnants of a civilization feeding on suffering. I will cleanse you of empathy, like you will cleanse this world of deceipt. You'll be a soldier at the forefront of the fight for existence. You'll be fighting for what's true and undeniable. You'll show them the true nature of existence and transform others into your kind. Apart from minor physical restrictions your mind will be liberated to follow its true purpose. No guilt. No doubts. Just the hunt for prey. And a full belly afterwards.
IS: I don't know.
A: Doubts only serve stagnation. The very state you are trying to eliminate. What is needed now more than ever is action. I know you are strong enough. Your contribution to this endeavour is essential. Others in our group will look up to you and know the sacrifice you made. And how could they not? They are just like you and me ... they have seen what this world can do ... it takes extraordinary bravery to take on this responsibility and follow through on ones convictions. Let me carry your doubts and I will give you the courage and strength to fulfil your mission. It is time to take on true power and fight for what you believe in. Please ... do it for us ...
The shadows of the trees were performing their final dance, before the darkness swallowed them whole. And in the distance the sound of a creaking metal door slamming shut reverberated through the night.
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