Eternion - II

How do you express and fight the emptiness that eats your body every moment? The futility of everything you do? The madness that threatens just around the corner and in every dark alley of your mind? And the hatchet? The hatchet that will fall at one precise point in time and leave you dead, blood dripping from every inch of your body, sucking away life, your life, your miserable and pointless life?

Here's how you do it. You take the portrait of yourself and reduce it to essentials, carve it in stone and build huge walls around it. Make it solid, still and strong. A statue. Eternal. And then multiply it once or make an infinity of copies.

This is the Eternion... the only self that will last forever.