Sole nothingness. 
 The scattered debris 
 of a once higher self.
 A formerly stout pillar
 in the midst of ruins -
 once strong,
 now cut down by weakness - 
 like an oak without roots.
 
 And Nihil arose from emptiness -
 the devil’s most beautiful temptation.
 The only escape in a world 
 defined by absurdity?
 Or at least...
 The highest form 
 of self-fulfillment 
 among pale ashes? 
 Oh sweet decadence.
 
 Let us open Pandora’s box...
 again and again and again.