After the Eschaton...

Shadows swing where kids once lived before the eschaton. The darkness reigns where light is now unbroken by bodies turned to ash and dust. The winds no longer roar against the ears that never listened to their warnings anyway. Radiation mocks the sun that rises without witness here beyond the days now lost. 

The dust can't care about the space between the dust to dust or ashes to ashes where men once lived now that hands have left their garves unetched forever. The cockroach struts where shoes can't stomp him. Sewers turn to ponds and streams where creatures with dual heads open their third and fourth eyes to behold a beauty lost since Eden. Confusion has no host to lie in egotistical denials of its existence where the proud are shamed unto the same extinction as the humble dead. 

This is where the first chapter of another tale begins. The story now forgets of man and all his loss. It knows no joys or sorrows of his departed mind. His dreams sleep only in the minds of those who will not wake upon this plane. Here the life remains as prey and predator without gods to ask or answer for the blood they shed nor swallow. Intelligence is in the jaws and claws that conquer every cleverness the skull cannot command to slash or bite more aptly than some other.

This is the world that always was without the world man thought would be and imagined as if it truly was. Here is what our kind betrayed while betraying itself and so much else, but what remains as true as always to all things. Nature never cared for man, but never feigned to either, even as men sought to change it, tame it, or transcend it. 

The game goes on, unplayed. The war rages on, unwaged. The silence waits without a word to say. The nights and days go on unmarked and unmeasured by clocks whose hands point to numerals as nonsense and quotas whose tallies all sumed unto nothing all along.

What other end could there have been and what is it that begins beyond? The question is not asked. The answer is inherited by oblivion. And that is all there ever was to be now that our kind is not to be...