I feel nothing. None of my senses were picking up on anything, or perhaps my senses are all gone. I see nothing; I can't even tell if I have my eyes open. How have I come to this point? I was with... who was I with? They were very important to me and I don't know their name!? were? They are no longer important? Ah I remember now! Their name was Myrtl. They died in the raid against our research compound. I... I decided to go out in a blaze of glory. If this happened, why am I still here? Shouldn't I be dead, with my soul reduced to nothingness with no successor available to me. The soul was meant to disappear mercifully once a person died, why do I linger?

  Flinching from what feels like a great passage of time, I feel like I am now less. Desperation forces me to try to thrash and search any feeling, but it is all in vain. I feel no feedback, and my earlier struggle just moments ago now feels imagined. was everything in my life imagined, to fill the hole that this reality contains and now that I am outside of that dream this empty abyss is filling it all in, including myself. Am I just a light of the abyss?

  No, I know myself and even if everything was imagined, it was real. I am... my name is? This damned abyss, Damn them. Let Len's burning gaze wrack havoc across this evil space. It seeks to devour me, ME? I went out in a blaze of glory and this comes to try to spoil my ending? Fine, I will go out in a blaze of glory against the most evil of all endings.

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  GAP

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  I am... Nalux, Ch... champion of the Kratanox. Cousin to the... Phoenix Prince. The last of the... what was that word! I am the last of the Kratanox. I mumble these words that I don't hear, and stumble in numb darkness toward shadows that flash across the corners of my eyes. I have lost bits of time in my stay in the abyss, and it just feels harder to bring myself back from the unfeeling state of relief that I unconsciously go into when I don't concentrate. The ending that I seek is full of strife, pain and suffering. To life purely, to live for an ideal that burns within my soul no matter the cost and no matter the pain, is my goal. My... best friend is the one who showed me this path, the path of unending greatness of the spirit.

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  AHAHAH. It's funny how my path of spiritual purity has lead me to slowly wither in the abyss compared to everyone else who just blinks out of existence, consumed by this dark god. No one is watching me, no one would judge me if I just gave up and sinked into non-existence. Damn these thoughts! I can't even tell if they are my own.

  Another flash of darkness passes by me and, with great yearning, I grasp what looks like a transparent plastic bag the size of my torso. My eyes fixate on the dim golden glow from within. I see flashes of a past through brown eyes. I see the torment that this individual had to go through only for them to be cornered by those that would destroy their work. There is something very familiar about them, and also extremely unsettling.

  I could recognize images of myself in the flashes that clouded over my now awakening senses. I felt such great dread creep down my forming spine once I realized who, not what, this is. This is Myrtl. Myrtl suffered from this place just as I have been, and left with no hope, began to vanish.

  NO, no I won't I cannot. I will not exist here. There has to be a way out! I roll my reformed fingers through Myrtl's soul. The contrast between their existence and the void has saved me. In the end, Myrtl saved my soul from degradation just like they always said they would. Fresh, real tears, fell down my forming face. Never have I felt such love for my cousin as I felt now. Grasping the soul to my chest I held them close.

  As my body forms eyes and skin, I felt the chill run down my skin. Any sensation is a blessing, it makes this all more real. I can feel power starting ramp up from within me. I am me, We are us! I feel myself shifting to better suit my needs as I sense a non-existent hole everywhere and nowhere. Grasping Myrtl in my arms I shift my body into inconceivable angles until I start to shift through the dark and out of the maddening void.