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Unity, as they call Her, is oneness. Everything, and nothing, too. At least, that is what your parents told you. Even though they have pulled away from the whole system of belief, you have not. You'd seen too much, in the passing form of Unknowability.
In the ruins of a temple to Unity (forever may She reign), one can, perhaps, see Her on a good day.
Like on full moons. That shape quite obviously represents an apeirogon or circle, and thus, Her.
But this isn’t a full moon, is it?
And yet, you see a figure that defies the constraints of physical space—whose silhouette looks the same from every angle.
A figure that resembles nothing but a certain symbol.
‘One.’
“I can’t believe some objects actually worship me here…” She mutters. “Who had them do that? Did one of the others actually feel bad for me? Am I attached to their legends, and the belief split? People will believe in anything. But it’s only been some years. Or did they see me out recently, and that bolstered their…”
She mutters lowly.
“Oh, well! You know, you can come out now!”
It’s frightening, but you can’t refuse a goddess, can you?
“Everything should be mine,” She says. “From this planet to the star it orbits, to the galaxy it resides in. Every single thing. That is… ‘oneness.’”
You nod. You already know this.
“I need to… restore something. And there are other gods—demiurges, almost—who refuse to let me. Who would rather doom the broken glass in front of them, sweep it up, than let me make it whole! And it really is an important thing to be made whole. More power resides in it than your entire species will ever lay hands on.
"I need them out of the way, in order to save that precious thing. I need to kill them, to fix what has been broken."
She turns around. You see Her eyes, pure gold.
“You think so highly of me,” She laughs, “all of you cultists! Little ‘ol me! So,” she starts.
She steps close to you. The stars in the sky twinkle with anticipation.
“I wonder what you think I should do. What’s more important, killing or saving?”
Killing or saving?
Killing…
or saving?
You open your mouth.
Are they not one and the same?
“Killing,” She muses, “AND saving… perhaps I’ve been looking past this all along. To save, I must kill. For killing to have meaning, I must save. And ‘one’ and the same, is what you said… I like your wording! I’m not a megalomaniac like Four, though, so don’t expect that to improve your fate.”
Your fate?
“Well, I can’t let my presence here get out, now can I?”
You look skyward toward Her eyes and Her heart, locked away within thethethe(lbh’erabgtrggvatbhg)
“Objects go missing all the time. I suppose you don’t deserve to be awake for your imprisonment, though,” She thinks aloud. “I’m not a hypocrite. Goodbye, ■■■■■■.”
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