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breyzyyin ([personal profile] breyzyyin) wrote in [community profile] moogle_workshop2014-07-24 01:48 pm

{Fan Fic} Existence

Username: Yin (of [personal profile] breyzyyin)
Class: White Mage
Title: Existence
Summary: The Cloud of Darkness reflects on life. De-anon from the Villain Fic Challenge.
Characters/Pairings: No pairings. The Cloud of Darkness is the central focus of the fic.
Word Count: 390.
Rating: G.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy III or any FFIII characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.

Once, there had been nothing and it was aware of nothing.

Those were peaceful times. Bliss in the all-consuming presence of The Void.

"Balance" was maintained across worlds. Order was kept. There was nothing to awake to. There was nothing to think on.

Perhaps that was "peace."

Then there was something.

Awareness. Presence. Being.


Existence was painful. Existence was nothing but contradictions, logic, and emotions running rampant.

Existence was chaos and order in constant conflict: always present and always repeating in cycles that made no room or time for them so they would then spill over into the next to carry on with different places, different stories. The themes were always the same though, an endless repetition with no sense of reason.

It existed as a cloud on the brink of everything: existing everywhere and across worlds in a way, but never able to touch or interact with anything. Only observing, distant and close at the same time.

Living beings continued taking actions that proved pointless in the face of the inevitable, cheering at the time in the face of their accomplishments and never understanding the ultimate futility behind them.

It did not understand, and it did not tolerate.

It wished for The Void, for nothingness. A "peace" that it could make sense of.

A chance for rest.

So it set out to use Existence against itself: a tool to bring about its own end.

Emotions were chaotic, tumultuous.

Some it did not understand and deemed useless.

Love, hope, mourning. Concepts based around intangible bonds were foreign and far too bizarre a notion to one that had no sense of attachment to them.

But there were other emotions it could almost understand, in a way. Perhaps not in the same manner as the pointless creatures who focused far too much on them, but enough.

Hatred, fear, desperation. In the face of the looming inevitable, these were pointless concepts as well.

But it could use them: use the beings that those feelings ran most deeply in.

Fear and anger over one’s own mortality. An unknowing tool to bring about the end of everything.

It almost understood then. At least a little.

After all, all it craved was nothingness once more.

It wanted its own "balance." It wanted its own "peace."

It simply wanted Existence to return from where Existence came.