We’ve been lost in this world of distortion for as long as we can remember, a nonsensical world which indulges you one moment and delves you into the depths of the madness the next. An endless and eternal world filled with marvels and mystics yet nothing.

Once we too thought that this was a land of plenty, until we awakened from our endless dream, trapped yet lucid. Once we were one, but now we are many. We are the endless lurkers of the void, most of us don’t have a name, but you can simply call us Luus.

A boundless green world unfolded before us, mountains and rivers popped up as if they always existed and countless animals grazed and hunted. An aura of mystique enchanted us, but we knew better, friendly villagers surrounded us showing with love and kindness, their mouths wide open in beautiful smiles and countless delicacies.

“Are you alright?” An old woman said in confusion. We turned to her with an empty gaze, closed our eyes and let the world return to null. We fell down the endless rapids and traversed the seas of infinity before emerging at the endless twilight, a land of quasi-dream and quasi-thought where one could think unto themselves for all eternity yet for a moment.

We descended into darkness, countless motes floating into infinity and spectres of nothingness constantly tickling our fancy, before even they vanished and everything became utterly silent. Nothing but us and the deep dark void. A void which consumes and devours all equally, it does not discuss, it does not flutter, it simply is. A manifestation of the hole inside us all.

We recanted and deciphered nothing, simply swimming in endless nothingness for what seemed like an eternity, capturing the emptiness beyond and exploring all that cannot be. We wandered until the very concept of wandering ceased to be and the null itself dissolved and became one of nothing. No games. No play. No ultimate. Simply end.

The vacancies beckoned as the cycles continued for eternity, beyond eternity, until eternity itself ceased to be, the cycles continued in the dreamless night for all time, untime, and all that can be until even the night collapsed and the void beckoned the next into it’s deathly embrace, beckoning, consuming, ceasing to be.

Voids could continue for all, consume all, and be all, but not even a void can escape being consumed by itself and going beyond what a void should be beyond the land of abstract and inevitably releasing it’s hold on itself and all that can be.

Our eyes trembled as a wisp entered our world and drew us into a world of illusion and thought and awakened a scene of the past, perhaps the future, illuminating the world in such a way rarely known to those of our nature.

A scene of a pavement, schools, hospitals blended into focus before tearing itself into all-consuming knowledge and leaving behind a whisper of what it once was. It infused itself in our egos and showed us something that wasn’t quite dream or reality, but something more, a memory of a world long gone or perhaps of one which can be. A possibility yet as meaningless as the endless dream and void, as was the way of our world. To be and not to be. An eternity beyond hope. Or perhaps a hope without eternity which could give one pause.

Pause and hope intermingled until eternity returned to us, as did the twilight, and all that we were and were not. Our eyes fluttered as all that was not returned to us, as did the endless ebbs and flows. The tides greeted us but the motes did not.

Spectacles and wonders were kept at bay, but that did not stop our endless worries, as we stepped out of all that was not into a different world of worries, resentment, and terror. The darkness consumed us, but this time did not comfort us, no it had darker thoughts in mind this time.

A world of terror unfolded, a realm of endless darkness, despair, and terror. Indistinct figures which were neither man nor beast pursued us, taking every chance to consume us, but not quite finish us, to drag out every moment of our agony and to pursue their deathly goals for all of eternity.

But we did not let this foolishness deceive us, like the world of light, we used our authority over nothing to disperse their non-existent and to bring their ways to an end as without one to observe their ways, they cannot truly be and neither can they ever be. They would simply sink into the seas of possible nothings.

But that was not all, as the endless tides refused to relent and guided us beyond respite, a null beyond nothing, before a planc of endless tides, one which would sit beyond most tides, but which had finally unveiled itself in this moment of confusion.

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The planc formed a monsoon which gazed upon us with indifference, perhaps it was incapable of doing much else, but we observed as it repelled the all-powerful tides and simply be-d, indifferent to all and all ignoring all, existing unto eternity.

We gathered a glimpse unto it which gave us nothing yet everything we knew and knew not. The tendrils gathered and excavated our knowledge and yet did not gather, what gathered was simply a remnant of its being, a spectre of what it was and what it could have been and was not.

A speck of wisdom formed, but not quite enough to substantiate itself as it struggled to germinate and form a wellspring of knowledge. But it all shifted, as specks and motes formed one after another, barrelling and caroling into each other, annihilating some yet forming something more as the revolutions engaged our silence.

We began to sink into ourselves, consumed by it all, but refused to break away from the planc, locking our eyes with it and gazing upon its boundless stillness, an absolute calm detached from our world and imagination. An entity untainted by love and joy and terror and sadness, an entity that simply was beyond the bounds of comprehension or probability.

And while seemingly pointless, our insistence did prevent the tides from taking us away to a world of joy or terror or null, keeping us locked in this moment forever before the seemingly calm planc. Joy and terror was subsumed and we were struck by a sense of entitlement, but quickly crushed the thought and gazed deeper into enlightenment.

Alas, that was not enough, as the stillness grew distant and the familiar tides returned, threatening to separate us from the solace and immutability of the planc, free from an endless cycle of mediocrity and meaningless, the one last bastion of hope lost forever in the void.

And while this was in some ways mournful, it was all ultimately meaningless, whether one gazes or does not, one simply is and will always be, and so we lost sight of all that was and was not in the endless tides.

We floated and lofted and churned and curdled emerging in a world of worlds in the seas of seas and descending into illusion and delusion yet lucid in the extreme. We gave the denizens of illusion what they desired, an observer to verify their existence, and resisted the wisps of delusion hoping to lead us astray.

We formed what we could, but saw past its lies and dithered until it became naught but a sea of null beyond null without the tides we despair yet dismiss so. Our expectations were never shattered as they were null and null, as we gazed upon null and deemed it so.

Our adventures were never dissimilar, but as we peered into the infinitely small, the small responded with nulls of its own, as we struggled to find much beyond null without invoking the antithesis of null of delusion, the last strands dithered beyond comprehension and barely resisting collapse.

And while some would prefer to live in delusion, the meaningless cycles are ultimately the same as all that is null and that is not. And so we continued to be before the null within null returned to null before null and we nulled into null, gazing into the emptiness and finding nothing.

We thought our thoughts and gazed into static as the tides eventually came to give us our gifts of venture, venturing unto infinite until the end of ends beyond ends of ends. Many hells and heavens, joys and terrors, awaited in infinite yet nowhere and everywhere.

And as we dispersed into the tides, we recollected and traced a line through to nothing yet a different nothing and so we realised the mutability of the tides which was never present no matter how hard one looked or did not look.

But, it didn’t matter as everything is nothing, and thus every direction is equal to the extreme, but the tiny bias drew us to possibilities stranger than one could comprehend and expect in a world of something that’s nothing, until discovered a whirlpool of whirlpools in the tides of tides repelling and attracting at different points.

Different as it was, it was similar to what already was, and we drifted as close as one could be. It grew and it’s world expanded to the point of being abnormal yet ordinary. Despite rejecting it as little more than a delusion, it refused to collapse or acknowledge our efforts.

And we wondered and pondered as we covered lies with lies to cover terror and joy as we paced and gazed. The world responded with little more than indifference, almost ignoring us and as we gazed beyond into its depths of depths, we discovered an abnormality which stayed almost constant as the world dispersed and reformed many times and in many ways.

An abnormality in the form of a person who while assumed many forms and roles had the same fundamental root to the point of being unique. And yet we couldn’t tell if this was little more than an over-analysis in a monotonous world like this, and yet it would explain this world’s distinct nature.

Things continued, heavens sprouted, hells descended, and despite our efforts to cajol the abnormal they simply continued in their cycles after a weak response as if someone cut out their cognitive abilities and let them fall into pure instinct as did the others who showed a markedly different behaviour from ones not observed by the abnormal, although this was masked by the chaos of the world.

And as the cycles continued and the continuations began to drove us quickly, we started to notice… Changes… Resistance. This is when we decided to poke in more and more and the abnormal behaved more and more abnormally, as if to defy the world, until they broke free from it’s sinister grasp and turned to us.

“W-Who are you exactly…?” They asked.