Phon Mooda was her name. White skinned; a warrior; she seemed too elegant for violence... but don't we all?
I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything.
If you find yourself struggling with loneliness, you're not alone. Yet, you are alone. So very alone.
And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming toward me very fast? Very, very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide-sounding name like... ow... ound... round... ground! That's it! That's a good name — ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?