Memories... Overlapping, bent, and twisted. Memories are linked in ways we can't comprehend. Past experiences which magically become part of us, part of who we are. And our instincts, genetic memories which form the base of our existence, molded by everything we have lived, learned, and accepted as truth.
What if there was more to it? What if under these memories, we were hiding something bigger? The knowledge of eras of existence which preceded us, before us, before our ancestors. Before life existed as we know it. What if everything was still inside us? The foundation of existence. The core of everything, which is trapped in the nets of time.
I can not begin to imagine what powers could await anyone who dared to dive into the realm of existence, finding a way through the chains that keep everything together, to reach deeper and deeper, until the memories of ancient times open before their eyes.
Lost in the domains of eternity, chained into the flow of time, awaiting for our fate to reach its destined moment. What could possibly lie in those never-ending mazes, expecting some poor being to adventure into its chained realm and tear apart the memories of existence, and unleash the forgotten powers upon the world.
I fear to belive anyone could be crazy enough to venture through the interlinked tissue of existence, to reach the sealed knowledge and foolishly break the bonds that keep it hidden from the eyes of the ones who are not ready to overcome the true reality.
Ever since that day, I have felt the certainty of that simple fact. I grasped the magnitude of whatever is being kept away from our curious heads, and it scared me up to the core of my bones. I cried for days long, prayed for anyone who had the false courage to enter the lands of the unseen, and bring upon our world the existence of the time we don't have the power to conquer. I prayed for the unforgotten memories to vanish into the depths of reality, and avoid the ones who will bring chaos.
If our world is bound to be erased by the powers which should never be awaneked, I pray, and will keep praying until my last breath, for this message to reach someone who can keep the destruction from reaching any further. Not to save me, or my world, as we have sinned, and we deserve the punishment. I pray so that other worlds which still keep their innocence, can be saved.
The end draws near, but before my existence turns into a broken chain, I feel I need to send one last word of advice: Knowledge brings power, but this power comes followed by chaos. Do not attempt to seek power, if you aren't ready to deal with the chaos it will sure send upon you. Do not let the mistakes of my world be repeated. Do not let your world become a echo of our destruction.