[ IP ] Vantablack : The World 's Darkest Material

An endless void, grown on a piece of tinfoil. You need only glance at it, and it will stare back. Soul consuming nothingness rips its way through your mind. The tempest settles. It wraps itself, soothing, caressing, squeezing your brain till it runs out your ears as a pulp. You tear your eyes away, squint and cringe as if it where the sun. Your thoughts, sluggish, recovering, work to rationalize. A series of dead pixels, perfectly arranged to show that image only within the brief instant you look at it. You fail. You realize it was you, you as a people, as a species, who created this abomination. Marring our fair earth with the representation of the great destroyer. Is it not enough? You ask. Is it not enough that bleak place we know as space is filled with this void? It devours and consumes planets and stars without consequence. It was our beginning and will be our end, need we remind ourselves of our fate? No, no we do not you reason, still, in compliance with that, we did not create this void to herald a message of doom. We created it for science, that very same science that brought us from caves of stone to towers of steel. 
 
 A moment passes. 
 
 You do the hardest thing of your life. You click the x. You close the window. You save yourself from your own enraptured stupor, from certain damnation. You write this story. 
 
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 just a quick little something i threw together, hope it makes sense and you enjoyed = ) 

