In a dimension of pure chaos.
A lone fortress sits.
A oasis in the darkness.
The realm of pure chaos.
In this fortress one sits.
A ruler of this situation.
From the outward, it is a foreboding image.
Inward, it is a castle without compare.
Past, present and future are bound within.
There is not a door to this abode.
Its lone entrance is a gate.
A gate, but no, I will not show you.
One gate, many codes.
Maybe, the nuances, to this, are infinite.
How can that be?
The cold stone of darkness makes this home.
When you arrive, the windows of the domicile view the chaos.
From a protected interior, by the darkness itself.
Outwardly it appears in constant decay, weak, brittle.
Be not fooled, it is made of rock that can shatter diamonds, and has.
Inwardly it seems strong, brilliant in aspect and the deliverer of dreams.
No one is fooled by this, its strength is in its deception, ignorance and bliss.
Everyone is fooled into thinking that you can have one without the other.
For as strong as the chaos home is, the entire realm would collapse without its beautiful interior.
Interesting this primordial.
The prime ordeal.
I like it there, sometimes, I do not want to leave.