A Different Painting for a New World

A Different Painting for A New World
- Stray into dim light -

Everything turned pitch black. All that existed abruptly vanished away... and so did the eight Lords.

Still, a glimpse of light remains, deep-seated in the endless void. A specter of what once was the soul of the Catalyst, enlightening the dead universe.

This fragment of soul is the lone legacy of the ancient world, the only clue that this universe has ever existed. As a desultory shadow, the Catalyst is now venturing through an ocean of darkness only his soul can witness, a bewildered fall dragging him in the deepest and blackest parts of this shattered place.

Aeons are like seconds passing by, contorted by this out-of-shape realm.

Deprived of the Lords to guide him, the Catalyst is facing his own failure and weaknesses.

Forever muted and forever gone, he is now confronting an erratic fate, devoid of this perfect world he was born to create.

I venture beyond boundaries
A vociferous lull surrounds my shell
Overwhelmed by an abstract landscape
A breathless experience

I soared to the heights of my power
To plunge to the inmost depths
Our vision collapses in the obscure chasm
Dimensions fall down beneath

Out of the blackness
Show me the way
Unveil me the passage
Where are you Lords?
Enter my tomorrow, bereaved of dusklight’s soul

Through death and chaos I was assuming your fate
I was the future, the promise of a better end
For this tyranny that grieves our inner self
I had an image, a different painting for this ideal

Die with me in vain
Watch our souls melting

In nothingness, meaningless,

Lest this is our end
A portrait of misery
Devoid of all poetry
Nothing to save down here

There is no whole if the wise men fall
My muted tongue cannot shape the call
I was the only chance to change this tragic thrall

I remember those shrill cry
And the sudden dearth of sound
A scene of painful desolation
Decline and failure of a lost fortune

Face the absence
That strikes the deepest part of myself
My soul falls as a feather, forever
Engulfed in the void

Through death and chaos I was assuming your fate
I was the future, the promise of a better end
For this tyranny that grieves our inner self
I had an image, a different painting for a new world.