To Think Of Me
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Just one thought. Enough to cause a spell of dizziness and pangs of regret welling up from the recesses of the mind being pushed out of its way. It's getting harder to focus as it spills into the forefront of consciousness. Blink. The brief moment of darkness feels like minutes. See it rise higher, swell further, stretch eternally in every which direction. Falling endlessly, ever closer toward its surface. Fight with the momentary nightmare refusing to let go. Lids finally part again. Quiver, stumble, fall. It's hot, lungs burning, stomach muscles tensing. A deep, shaky breath in.

Thick clouds billowing up with the exhalation. Searing the throat and burning the eyes. Tears streaming down, a struggle to keep them open, feeling the pulsing right behind them threatening to devour the self clinging to the edges of a mind overtaken. The air filling with the humid mists pouring out in volumes that shouldn't be. Try to cough but it doesn't stem the flow. Allowing not for a single gasp in the relentless deluge. Helping hands retract, concerned faces turn to fear. What's looking back at them with dilated pupils melting, musk dripping from a twisted visage and limbs convulsing into muscle-tearing abhorrence is beyond treatment. They don't run far before collapsing under a sky darkened by the heavy, grayish fog. Its sight covered by the shining blackness encroaching into the field of vision from within. Whimpers becoming inaudible over the incessant, amplifying throbs behind the temples. Engulfing the senses up until the horrid cracking of the skull reverberates through itself.

Mountains of ebon flesh burst forth as if from a tear in space. Glistening wet skin casts its shadow over the land buckling under its heft, crashing down with meteoric force. Ripping not limb from limb, but atom from atom as it forces its way into a reality not ready for its taking. Surging larger with such speed that the displaced air lights flares across its rippling surface. Swaths of civilization extinguished, quashed beneath millions upon millions of tons of the creaking, heaving behemoth. The once blue marble reduced to a pile of jagged, fiery rocks in a wrinkle of the beast. Few unfortunate, broken souls watching the dollop of sweat roll toward them. They and their world crushed by the untold pressure of trillions of cubic teraliters of liquid. It wipes stars from the firmament, overfills black holes beyond capacity, shatters the barriers of the universe. An existence facing its abrupt End.

He smiles as the last echoes fall silent in his ears. Pulling his arms close and leaning back against the wall of fluff, the reverberations of panic-drenched attention spreads a warm, fuzzy feeling throughout his body. "How nice of you to think of me!" A belated thanks for some, but in advance for many now doomed, as the desperate cries for help from countless deities conjure many a nightmare and vision even in distant dimensions. More than enough to cause a spell of dizziness and pangs of regret.