So It Is

It is a beautiful dusk. The stars glimmer so brightly in the sky. She is here with you, at the top of the tower. Today is the day. You have spent so many months preparing this spell with Her guidance. Your people are gathering at the beach, knowing that the activation of the tower may be catastrophic, but you are confident that it will go well.

"May"

The supernal speak is a foreign language to you. But there, Her Glory, that harrowing visage, a husk hanging plucked from within a cloud of writhing distortion, stands tall and certain, a discomforting grin of jagged teeth and bitter light fracturing the usually empty mask of Her 'face'. The ground begins to tremble as the mechanical workings of the clocktower shudder, reacting to your voice as a child to its mother's call...

"Our"

The waves crashing below grow just the slightest bit hungrier, sweeping far over the beach. The sky grows a bit darker, and in your veins you begin to feel that dominion.

"Spire"

The gears and cogs all start to turn around you, churning to life for the very first time. Your life's work pulses with the vitality your voice casts into it, fragments of your soul carried on your commanding voice and grinding through the clockwork.

"Be"

A steady rhythm begins. A loud, gorgeous churning; a symphony of metal and machine unlike anything you've heard in your entire life. A symphony you have spent your entire life building from scratch. Your limbs start to grow cold, your fingers going pale as you speak the next word.

"Forever"

Her Glory's mask breaks further apart, the light of Her happiness washes over you. You can feel Her presence like nothing else; Her pride for you is immeasurable. Her power washes over you, guides your straining jaw and your throbbing mind in seeking the next word.

"Unbound"

A strange energy wisps through the air. Sparks of golden light start to break the dusk sky outside. Those fleeing for the beaches look up to witness the dancing, enthralling lights; they wind around the tower, threads of golden light draping all across it and being swallowed into the gears all the same. You feel a distinct pressure behind your eyes; your chest feels hollow and deeply cold, and your ribs strain against something.

"From"

Yet you speak the next word. You fall to your knees, clutching yourself as the angel looms over you, staring down at you expectantly. You hear Her sigh, tendrils of her influence winding through your body and replacing all that you hollow out of yourself. Your lips tremble and your vision starts to blur, but you keep speaking.

"This"

Your hands start to burn. Your body starts to burn. The golden lights now spear through the spire like massive pins holding it all together. Immense rifts shatter the sky above, and the waves stop crashing against the shore. The whole ocean stops moving.

"Broken"

Your vision goes blind, but still your speak carries your will. Your eyes twitch and writhe in their sockets and your teeth itch horribly. Your jaw is fracturing and your fingers are beginning to unravel into thick, black starry sludge.

"KEEP SPEAKING! DO NOT RELENT!" orders Her Glory. Her voice buzzes your skull as it always does, but in its fragile state threatens to break your mind entirely. You heave, and gag, as the ichor crawls up your throat, and begins to drip from your gaping chest cavity.

"World"

Still, still, still, you speak. Still, still, still, you burn. The air begins to sear your skin; it freezes, it burns, it feels like everything all at once weighs down on you. You are a dissolving clump on the floor of your masterpiece, but Her Glory holds the reigns, and She demands the end of the incantation for as long as your jaw has the substance to speak it.

"Eternity"

The sky falls wholly black outside, and the flow itself halts. The people all stand arrayed on the beach in frantic poses as they would seek the refuge of the motionless sea, on boats that refused to move in the non-current. The world feels empty, motionless, and only you and Her Glory still dare to move under the dominion of your crumbling voice.

"Abides"

Where are you? What is happening? why can't you stop speaking? why wont she let you die? you keep falling apart but she winds you back together. your skull is in a puddle of you and you won't die

"Our"

why wont the words stop coming out

"Holy"

it hurts so much

"Creation"

why do you feel so cold why do you feel you dont even have a body anymore she has betrayed you but you keep speaking her infernal words

"So"

please

"It"

no

"Is"