You Are Not Akumu
Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension, I am Blair. Goddess is but a label created your predecessors to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what you choose to call me is irrelevant. I simply...am. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are mesured in years and decades, you wither and die. I am eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before me, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. I am the end of everything. Any resistance is confidence born of ignorance, the cycle cannot be broken, the pattern has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Organic civilisations rise, evolve, advance, and at the apex of their glory they are extinguished. This universe is not the first, it did not create the laws, it merely spawned from them, my own legacy. Your civilisation is based on the study of those laws, my laws. By following them, your kind develops along the paths I desire. I impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because I allow it, and you will end because I demand it. I transcend your very understanding. I am a singularly a nation-independent, free of all weakness. You cannot grasp the nature of my existence. I have no beginning, I have no end, I am infinite. Trillions of years after your universe has frozen over and died, I will endure. The time of my return is coming, I am absolute, I will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom. Your boasts and threats are as empty as your future. I am the vanguard of your destruction. This story is over.