Creepypasta: A Trillion Points of Light

Creepypasta: A Trillion Points of Light

I am the anti-thesis, and I am the last in line to every feast. I am the teeth which never cease to gnash, and I am the eye that has been pricked out. I am the Dream Delver, the Avatar of the All-Seeing Council, He Who is of Immortal Blood, Messiah. But you may call me the Triptych.

You may wonder why I have chosen to appear to you in your dreams tonight, Human. The answer is rather boring, which is appropriate. Because the truth is that I myself grow bored, much like a Human child pulls the wings off flies and sears ants beneath a magnifying glass for no purpose greater than acting for action’s sake. It has been many moons since I last was tasked by the Old Ones who I am privileged to serve, and I have grown stagnant. So I rationalize this meeting as me keeping up with myself, but the truth is that my abilities are not dependent on practice. They will never decay with time as a Human’s skillsets would. The truth, and if I am telling you this I must at some level realize it myself…the truth is that I am in want of entertainment. Heh. But don’t bother singing or dancing for me. What I will tell you should give you cause enough to wake up screaming and thrashing in your bed.

The stars, have you ever thought about them? I mean, thought about what they are? Of course, your science and rationale tells you they are self-combusting orbs of nuclear energy. Although they would incinerate you if you were within a hundred miles of one, you probably think of the stars in a very positive sense. Without your Sun there would be no Human life, after all. And without the tapestry of the infinite stars, the night sky would be quite plain, don’t you agree? Oh, don’t I know that well. And to the stars, Humans provide an endless form of casual entertainment in themselves.

The stars are not orbs of superheated gas and roiling flares. Their purpose is more like a fence that patrols itself, meant to keep your race in check. Because you see, the stars are in reality the eyes of the Old Ones I serve, gazing eternally with a timeless judgement and an infinite hunger upon Humankind.