/lit/ - Literature

By the laws of physics, color is the result of light being absorbed only in certain wavelengths in an object, the color provided by the wavelength that isn't absorbed. By that logic, inverted colors are the true nature of the world, if instead we saw an object as the light it absorbed.

We live in a world of darkness, castigated by the sun. Our eyes shine not with the bright lucidity of life, but the fell cambion glow of the dead. This world may not be Hell, but it certainly may be Purgatory. Our ego shells were formed here in the metaphysical, shaped by the physical world. We are trapped by these physics, deafened to the words of higher powers, left to the strict order of the demiurge, who exists as physics. Our lives are predetermined, and yet they are not. We flux and flow with causality and what ripples lie in that fabric become the world we know after.

Wrath against the accursed sun.