Sleep On Forever

Darkness.

That's what envelops me now, holding me in this prison of no escape. Nothing but pure, unadulterated, darkness. It is the kind of darkness that has a life of its own. It is a living thing that swirls around me and wraps me in its silken embrace.

It wasn't always like this.

I used to be a creature of light, an entity of pure goodness. Traveling the different worlds of the universe with the speed of a thought, entering the minds of those who needed guidance. Helping those I could. Even though I never made any big difference, I still did my part. I did my best to change the thoughts of the minds I entered so the creature thinking them would lead a better life.

I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but I remember it as though it was yesterday. I was traveling from place to place, looking for the lost souls, the ones that needed my help the most. That was when I stumbled upon it. It was like a beacon calling out to me, drawing me in. I was pulled across space and forcibly entered into a mind. I had been in dark minds before, but I was unprepared for what I found.

What I found there was chaos.

I fought my way out of the mind that had beckoned me and immediately found myself in another, this one more chaotic than the last. The thoughts of this one were dark and tormented, threatening to pull me in and never let go. I again fought my way out, only to be pulled by another, then another, and another. Each time I was pulled in against my will. Each mind was darker and more depraved than the one before, until my spirit was broken and I could fight no more.

So now this is my prison. The mind of man.

I roamed. At first, I tried to change the thoughts of this mind, but I soon found that my attempts were useless. Everything I saw there, the chaos, the darkness, the depravity, was all too embedded to be changed.

I've come to believe that this may be the place where evil is created. Evil is not something that has been around since the dawn of time, or something that a person is born with. It is created, here, in the darkness. The place behind the eyes where anything is possible. The darkness has the power to change things. To take all the goodness from a person and replace it with evil.

This is my prison. I will never live, I will never die. I will eventually run out of energy and fall into slumber and spend the rest of existence asleep. When the mind that carries me ceases to be, my slumbering form will be passed to the next one calling out, waiting for its chance to degrade the light and drag it into the darkness. I will sleep through it all, lacking the energy to fight.

I will sleep on forever.