The darkness is a beast. Swallowing light it consumes all vision. Fat from the extinguishing of flames, he waits. Fathomless and with no end, the monster roams the abyss. The monarch of Oblivion knows only appetite and those who teeter on its boundaries become nourishment. We burn against the gaping maw of the abyss, our hopes a beacon that dims under its patience. Bound to the last dimension of our limits, our impotence falters to its unceasing.