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!Dx8/5aCn.k 08/25/09(Tue)00:12 No.5582203An ageless expanse, eturnal, enduring, flawless. This is Fate's realm, the world of destiny, maker of all things' fates. Fate's own work, thrown asunder by the power it created as it worked -- it created reality, and all that might occur within it, everything planned in an intricate web of Fate. Until the disaster that is. It seemed something conspired against Fate, within reality, to break free. You. You are the result of this conflict -- independant, intelligent, limitless potential. Your power flares into Fate's realm, in a twisted mockery of Fate, and steals from there, strength unlike anything else in reality. You can feel it flowing through you, into your hive, into your brood, permeating all that you are. Unique you were before, and now more so than ever, are you unique once again. Matter itself bends to suit your will, though no creature outside of your colony finds itself bent by your will -- You are master of materials and the earth, see how it shall make you Queen.
Within Fate's realm, as it watches you, its looking-glass, a mirror, shatters into numerious shards -- falling onto a new tapestry it was working on -- restitching reality, guiding it to one destiny. A few strands are cut in -- broken and hanging, while Fate looks now into a pool, in which an ant comes into view. Fate, it seems, conspires against you -- You, great Queen of Forms, ender of destinies, crusher of paths. |