The Conglomerate



They are seeing us. They are always seeing.Since before our own existence, before the origin of things, have been there.An impossible entity, something that should not exist. A mind that has not been created, and it will never be destroyed.Its sole purpose is to eliminate. Delete paradoxes and errors of the space and time. A perfect mind that erases every day things in the timeline.It can be called The Conglomerate The only way to invoke it is ǫ̙̦͔͇̱͔̻̩͉̥̘͍̌̊̈́͋́̕͡͠ͅͅk̢͎̺̲̗͚̳̖̤͊̒̓͛͆͂͘͟͠ͅe̢ͥͭ̔̇͛̉̾̏͏̰̣̝͍͉̞̥̱͍̞ͅ ̵̨̙͍̳̞̠̰͎̞̥̪͛̑ͬ͑ť̡̿̈̀ͤ̎̓ͮͦ͏̡̪̳͚̯̣̞̤̥̤͎̣̳͠ḩ̵̷͖͈̗̠̱̹̪̞̝̹̳̯̠ͧͫͧ̀̾͞e̴̷͈̮̮͇̣̬̲̎͊̔ͣ̌ͭ̀͜͞ ̨̳͔͇̠̘̙̼̱̫̮̫̱ͪͬ̄͒ͣ̽ͫ̅͞h̡̦̱̜̤̹̝̝̙̞̫̟̠̰̝̰͙̬̉͒̐̇̓̈ͭ̊ͯ̉̄ͤ̏͑̽̓̋ͬ͊̀ͅị̶̧̩͈̱̟̮̮͎̩͙̮̘̳̼̯̲̭̾ͬͥ͆̉ͤ̈́͐̇̀́͜v̲̱̞͔͕̦̮̥̘̆̔̓̔̋ͭͯ͌ͨ̉͌͐̇ͨͦ͘͜͡ė̡͚͇͇͉͎̺̩̲̺ͥ̑ͥ̉ͨͮ̐̇̄̓́͋̀̚̚͢͜-̴̢̜͓̜̮̝̭̣̮̙̟̪̠͓͎͉̲͖͇ͤ̀̇́̉̾ͦ͛ͦ́͊̌͒̐́͠ͅm͊̈̓ͣͣ̔ͩ̂̂͑̌̊͆̚͏̡͕̲͉͉͖͙͙͓̘̬̼̗͝͝ͅi̸̢̞̭͙͈̤̣̜̹̟͖̞͈̮̰̞̇̂̃̋͐̿͌̊̂͗̂̍͆̅͘̕͘ͅn̶̟͉̝̣͕̠̞̲̼̰̮̩͉̑͂ͭ̔̔ͪ̅̓ͫͮ̚͟ͅd̫͉͍͉̟̞͙̬̦̿̎̐̿̇ͣ̔ͣ͒ͣͬͩ͐̀͞ ̡̧̲̞̺̹̰̬͔̘̬͖̙̱̏̈ͪͬ̊͂ͤ͠ŗ̷̧̛̭̖̼̮͉̥̯͚̮̰̝͕̠̘̝̺̬͌ͥ̋ͨ̊ͩͪͤͯ̏ͦ̇͆ͅe̡͖̝͓̻̠̪̹̭̜̅̎̾̐̃̇̒̐̀ͧ̊̑̇̚p̴̨͓͕͍͚͍͚̜̞̣̖̙̀ͨ̌̊ͧ̾͌̃̈́̽ͨ̓͂̀͞͡r̶̼̬̙̰̝̀ͬ̈̅ͣ͌ͩ̎̒͊ͤͧ̽̂̅̈̄͡ȩ̛̮̦̜̙̼̲̣̠̺̦̳̩̘̖̭̯̘̎̓̾̄͆͆̌ͩ̄͊ͫͫ̆̀̈́́͢ͅs̰̻̯͔̼̫͇̗̲͍͈͙̳̤͇̅͑ͩ͋ͩ̀ͩ͌̅ͦ͒͂ͫ͌̚̚͟͢͠ͅę̶͓̫͕̗̪͓̤͈̱͊̾͗ͤͤ͒̀̚̕n̵̏͑̿̚҉̝̝͕͈̱̤̞̗̹̙̝̖ţ̨̠̼̫̦̣̭̦͚̰͆ͪ͌̏̍̌̎̈͛̎̋͟͡ĭ̎͊͐͑̓̓͑ͮ̋̊͌̊ͩ̃ͤ͗ͮ̇̀͞͏̲̦̪̤̟̲̟̳̮͖̗̤̙̮͖͎͉̤͓n̵̵̷̩͖̭͓̹̻͈͈̪̦͛ͩ̿̆́͑̏̐̉̓̄͑̓ͮ͛̎͆̿͡ģ̷̫̳̟͙̩̠̹̩̺̳̗͚̤̳̭̥̾̊̇ͧ̊̊͗̏̚͘͟͡ ̤̲͎̣̖͕̗̫̻͎̺͉͙͍̠̲̮̓̽̈ͣͨ̕̕ͅc̨̨̟̜̯̩͉̞͚͉ͤͮ̍̃̅h̨̩̲̥͙̭̤͕̮̣̗͕͎͛͋ͮ̚͝ạ̸͍̖̯̰̭͖̙̞̦̫̟̱̼̭̲ͦ̽̓͌ͭ͋ͩͣ͊ͭͮ͘͘ơ̢̫̻̲͔͖̻̠͓ͯ͗̆͆̿̄ͥ̋̀s̷̡͖̣͎̭͇̹̀͐̊̃̎̓̂́̈͌ͧ͐̎̎.̡̼̬͍͍̦̟̭͈ͮ̍̈̊ͭ͋ͫ͆̋ͪ͋̌͊̾̔́̕͡͠ ̡̗͉͚̠ͮ̄͂ͩ̈ͭ̃͑ͫͬ̏ͮ̿̎̎̊̀̕͢͠I̶̴̳̘͖̖̞͇̜͓͎͔͚̥̭̎̀̋͊͌̂ͤ̃͛͊ͨ̌̎̊ͯṋ̶̸̨͚̗͇̥̝̟̯̫͇͖͕̣̖͔͍̅̆̀̐̋̌̀͘ͅͅv̶̸̧̪͍̖͓̠͖͎̪̗̩͉̖̤̯̊̌ͪ̿ͯ͊̕o̸̺̘̖̦̫̯̥͍̲̹͇̹̫̻̎͛ͥ̄̆ͧ̓̿̓ͥ͌̐̋̊͗̓̍̀̚kͦͫ͐ͬ̍̾̄͒̉̽̈̏ͣ͡͏̵̧͎͈̥͕̩̪́ͅi̴̡̖͔̬ͮ͒ͬ̓̒̉ͣ̚͝n̷͙̳͖̝̝̯͉͎̙̝̟̠̯͈̰̈̓ͥ̽̕͜͠g̶̛̛̈́̄ͩ̋͑̔ͦ̐͒͛̈́̒̑̀ͭ͜҉̼̤͎̬͎̩ ̪̪͕̮̬̖̫̥̣̫̜̩͙̣͇͍͔̓̿̍̃͆̔ͬ̾ͮͨ͆ͬ̎̏̈́̆͘͜ť̵̢͉͈̼̱̺͐͌͌͑ͧ̈́ͧͥ͌͆̿͊͒͋ͣ̚h̏ͧ̅͒̋͛̇̑͆ͯ͏̷̛̹̣̱͈̝͖͖̺̦̻̠̤̜̥͝e̵ͣͭͦ̌̂͛̇̂ͩ̚҉̟̣̞̭͎͎̠̣̼̤͉̙̫̬̱̟̼̟͡ͅ ̸̛̻̟̥̘̹͚̭͔̫̙̬ͧ̾̅̆̏̓̏̆̏ͧͨ̂͂̓́f̔ͫͭ͋̓ͥͪͤ̀҉̟͉͇̱͔̲͉e̵̴̪̼̪̖͙̰̳̦͇̲̠̠͉̻̝͐ͤ̋͊ͦ̊̏͑̕͠͝eͫ̀̉͌̆̿ͮ̄͂ͧ̓́̇҉̝͔̳̰͕͕̣̫̱̣̜̦͡ͅl̨̛̈ͣͭ̈̒̀͡҉̤̪̣̺̰̼͓̭̺͚̗̗̜ȋ̵̡̢̛̖̯͕͕͑ͣ͒̇ͩ͌͑̿̀̋̿̋̚ņ̣̳̙̞͉̹̊͊ͦ̉̐͗̈ͪͨ̈́̏͑̈́̑͊ͧ̏ͧ́̚͘͢͞ģ̪͓͓̯̱͈͈͓̆͌͋̒̀ͭ͊ͣ̽̆̔̎ͬ̉̄ͫ̈͞ ̷̻̝̫̼̺̬̝̣̫̙̤̂̎̉ͧ͢o̵̦̯͚̦͒ͭ͗̽̿͋̿̐̄̑ͦ̌̂ͬ͌͆̄̆̕̕͝f̷̴̡͓͓͔͈̬̬͓̞̹̙̻̘̜͍͉̂̈́̋̓ͨ ̸̶̭̲̦̣̺̩̳̘̮͎̲ͤ͌ͮ̆̅ͪ͛͟ͅc̀̎̓̉̒̍̾ͩ͋͊̾̐ͭ̆͏̯̭̺̱̠̹̬̮͈̦͢ḫ̘̘͖̣̯͎̬̺̗̱̹̻̪̩͔̲ͫ̋͐͊ͮ͆ͧ̾̌̕a̛̟̗̤͚̺̭̹̭̬̖ͬͧ͂͠͝ǫ̛̞̖̱͍̿ͮ̄̑ͯ́̀ͫ̚̕͜s̶̛̿ͭ̓̊̎͐͆̄ͫ͆̎̾ͫͩ҉͉̟͖̼̲͈̩̩̪̦̣͈̻̮͕̣̳̥͘͢ͅ.̵̟̜̬͓̮̲̟͍͎̹͇̄̽̓͊ͬͨͩͤͪ̀̈̽ͫ̿̇͐̏̚͝ ̧̟͔͔̝̞̦ͦͧ͗͑̀͜͠͠ͅW̬̩̥͙͎͇̘͈͍̹͔ͯͮ̑ͩ̕͠͠ͅͅī̢̐ͯ̾͆̈̇̕͏̡̥̤̜̖̬̝̰̝̞̫̹ͅț̶̨̼̰̞͔̭͍̳̭̻̼̺̤̞̯͛ͪ̔̓͑ͥ͜ͅh̹̖̦͎̒ͮͫ̒ͪ̐ͬ̽ͦ̑̀ͤ̀̅͑̚͞͠ ͇͉͈̲͓̭̜̣̺͎̺̦̖͔́ͧͨ̂̊̓ͮ̈̈́̈̉̂̽ͭͮ͗̕͘͢͞ͅŏ̸̧̢̡̢̘̦͓͍͕̬̖͉̘̱͓̓͗͛̿͗̀͐̓͐͗̃̋ụ̴͇̲̖̼̜͓̖͐̋̃̋̆̊́́̕t̡̢̛̩̼͙͔͔̬͉͙͆͛͑͋̀͋ͭ́ͩ͊ͫͤ̀́̚ ̷̥̲̭͙̱̓̊ͬͧ̾͊ͫ͐ͤ̅̀ͪ̚͘o̶̧͚̣̖̲̤͇̟̱̲̤ͧ̾͗ͬͮ͒ͪ͊́ͅr̶̡̭͇̥̟̫͕̣͉̮̣̠̥̣̟̝͉̈̆̆̈̀̕̕d̸̵̨̲̱̳̤̫͖̤͈͎̰̠͕ͦͬ̎̃͊̊͆ͥ̎̅̂͗ͯͦ̋̈́̒̀ͅe̡̨̮̯̥͈͍̜ͬ̽͋͑͗ͣͬ̅ͩ͑ͯ̃̏ͦ͊̃̚͜͡͠ͅŗ͎̜̰̼ͮ͑̒͌̿̓̃̂̏̃ͪ͌͋̓̂ͮ͑ͧͥ̕͜.̼͎͓͔̪̲͔̙͈̤̫̯̯̾̅̅ͯ́ͦ͒͗͂̓̉ͧ̉͐͒ͥͥ̊̈͡͡ ̴̫͓͇̪̰̈̍̀͑͌̃ͤͯ̈́ͣ̇ͯͮ͐ͤ̌ͮ̐͢͟͝͝T̝̱͍͉͎͚͉̻̉̍̆ͫ͆͟ḩ̳̠͎̞͔̩̳̱͖͎̝̬̳̺̳͕ͮͪ̿̉͂̈́͛ͪ̈́̃ͥ͋͋͒́̉͋̅͠e̪̜̲͖̭̬̳̝̩̝̯̰͚̰͕̗͌ͦͧ̇͋̂͊͊̓̑̿ͫ̅̆̇͢ͅͅ ͫ̉͐ͭ͊̓͗͏͏̳̩̘͓͔͇̲̹̻̪͎̗̥̮Ň̍ͦ̐͋ͯ̋̔̃͒ͨ̓̆ͤ̅̊̚͢͏͍̰̹͚̰ë̸̖̻̪̹̘́̋́́z̴͎̲̮̤̝̟̩͔̜̱̬͂ͪ͑ͪͧͧ̏ͧ́ͤ͊̓̒̈̉͂ͧ̚͘͢͠p̎ͫ̽ͩͧ̐̑̌͂ͭ͏͈̼̯̲̳̮̱͍̙̹͕͎̝̞̺̝̣̻͢͝ḕ̢̈́́͆̓̓̿̽̂̔͊͜҉̬̘̱͕r̵̸̪̺̺͑ͥ̉̓̇ͤ͆̀ͩ̽̀͘d̷̶̖̻̬̻͓͕͍̘̙͇͎̹̫̥̪̟̞̐ͦͯ̋́͐̍́ͧ̓̃̒͋ͦ̐ͨ̐̚i̵̸̮͍̟̪͍̙̯̘̹̦̝͔̺̙̮̫̇̋̓ͨ̋͂͒̿̍̅͞a̰͍̞͔̞̔̾ͭ̾ͬͩ̆̓ͬ̿̈ͬ̄͗̓̃̀ͧͨ͟n̛͇͎̜̟̩̜̗̞̥͈̠̹̠̥̫̖̥̞̘ͦͫͣ̑ͣ̋̿ͥ̀͘ ̷̤͉̲̩̠͈̲͎͚̹̦̠̥̹͇̿ͦͯ̈́̅̇̀̀̚͡ͅh̴̴̴ͪ͛̿̆̏̌̅͒͒̎͏̨͕̠̗̬͔̠̘͍̦̗͎̥͚i̵̭͍̻͓̞̳͚̙͇̥̙͈̯̜̦̣̬̳̅̽ͦ͆̒̕͞v̺͓̮͈̝͍͌̃ͥͣ̀͘ȩ̴̶̬̲͕͕̖͗ͬ̓ͬ̐͝͝-̷̸̂̉ͧͣ́̒ͩ̌̄̈́̿҉̼͙͔̹̝̫̘̠͚̦̱̠̻͈͖̱͝͞ͅm̨̥̤̮̰͆̅̉̇̅̃͆̅̿̓ͥ̓̓́̚͟į͗̇ͭ̓̎ͬ̍͜͢҉̞̪͇̤̜̪͚̦͍̳̳̗̙͎̘ͅn̫͔̹͔͚̲̪̮̱̹̯̹̬̘̣͚̈́̐̓ͥ͛̓̋͘͜͞d̦͕͈̗̫̥͖̑̃ͩͩ͆̀́͘͟͞ ̶̶̷̫͉͔̱̙͓̼̗̯̫͙̬̜̭̬̝͗͐̏ͯ͗̏̎͘o̵̷̴̰̯̳͙̫̮͍̜̙̭̩͓͕̻̪ͤ̍͗͑̉͌̀ͅͅf̵̶̪̠͎̣̙̺͎̙̤̭̦̝ͥ̔̈́̾̏̄̎̽͛ͦ̓͐́͜͢ͅ ̵̶̴̡̢̩̜̖̬̻͕͔̮͕̙͓ͩ̃̆̿ͣͭ̾̽ç̸̡̪͖̟͇̥̏̄ͫͫ̉̓̓̕̕h̶̴̨̢̤̝̦̘͈̖̳͖͔̮̗͉̞̬̼ͤͩ͑́̽ͩͩ͒̾̚͟aͪ͂͋̋̃͐̋̄͌͐̅ͭ̅̚̚҉̛̲̦̪͈̤̺͙̥͎͕͙̥͕̤͘ŏ̴̷̭͖̼͔̰͇̫̩̒ͧ͌̒̃ͣͪ̐͂ͬ̆ͪ̒͐̕͘ş̷̱̺̘͉̻̘̲̺̠̜̯͖͌̀͆͋̅͒̏ͮ͌̀͜͞.̷̝̘̘͉̳ͮͯͨ̎ͭ͑͊͗ͩ̿̊ͧ̎̿̄̋͘͢͢ͅ ̏͗͛ͥ͐ͭ̔͆ͤ̌҉̶͎̫̩͇̲͚͓̠̠̘̗̕͝Z̧͇̻͈͓̼͕̹̪̘̩͚̼̹̩̲͙̗̻̈͌̓͋͌ͯ̾̀ͅa̸̵͇̹̥̯͓̜̫̞̹͚͓ͬ̏͆ͫ͐͒͊͊̎ͪ̀̚̕l̈́̽́͒̇͂̋̆̉͛͊̅͏̸̢͏̹̥̝̺͇̰g̶̢̮̝̪̖̝̥̼̜͚̘̺̭̼̦͖̯̑̽̂̑͊̎͐́͟͢oͣ̌̽̆ͥ̌ͨ̅͛̔҉҉̶҉̼͍̜̜̼͈̳̻͕̩̬.̶̗̞̻͔͒ͪ̿̓ͣ̎ͯͧ͢͠ ̴̷̶̶̭̩̪̗͚̞̖͈͓͍̼̠̣̝̭́̓ͬ̾̇̽̿̄̒̌͒̃ͦ́ͅ ̶̟̙̬̘̠̞̝̗̞͚̜͓̦̺͈̩̊ͭ̌̌̔͗̿̇H̸ͬ̍̇̐ͨ̎̅ͪ͘͟҉̵̰̗͙̞̟̟̻̺̟̰̠̻̟͔e̷̛̳̜͖̮̮̜̥̭͎̜̖̩̲̫̙͕̬͔̱͊̑ͥ ̶̴͕̤̟̫͕̌̑̀͟͢w̴̧̟̗͇̖̥̲̠̼͔̬̬̟̣͔͉̞͈̝̌ͣ͒͆̾ͫͤ́̐͐̄ͦ͌ͪ͒ͣ̒̊̃h̶̝̙̤̙̱̺̻͈̪͒̎ͥͭ̋͡ͅǫ̴̠̬̗̭̥̺͇͎̈ͩ́ͯ̍̓͑͗̽̇̈́̿̃͗ͭ͆ͭ̀̚ ̢̪̠̝̞̟͊̈͌̀̚W̶̳̻̪̭͔̞̯̲̘͋ͥͭ̏̽̽͂̒̇̋͌̓͢͢͡a̡̩̼̜͚̜͇̣͍̖̦̤̍̓ͤ͌ͫ̑͋̎̄ͧ̈́ͬ̂̊̿̚͞͠ͅi͔̮̯͙̹ͪ́ͯͮ͒͊ͯͥ̓̓̄ͯ͗́͝͡t̶̰͎̣̹͕͙̻͓̖̲̓ͫ͋̄ͭ͐ͯ̐̂̈́͊ͫ̒̆̚̕͜͠͝š̷̢̗̭̪̬̗̺̏̔̂̀ͤͭͣ͂ͭ͐ͥ̌̊̅̚͟ ̶̴͉̤̙̺͚̦͓̣̲̲̩͛̀̂͗̾̋ͬ͊̈̈́͑̏̇͊͞B̵̙̬̻̮͕͔̘ͨ͗ͦͧ̓̆̇ͫ̆̉ͧ̅͆͋̎̒́̚͡ë̴̡ͨ̾ͣ͐ͤͫ̽̔̌͘҉̦̹̻͍̰̙͉̦͙h̷̒̆̊̂͑̄ͫͤ͒ͧ̓̀ͪ̾ͭͬͫ̒҉͎̝̦̬͙̪̗̥͈̥̬̠̻̗̰̦̕͟ͅi̘͈̮̩̮̗̠̬̤͚͙̲̳͎̞̱͈͖ͩ̄ͨ͒͆̂͐͘̕͜ͅn͒͌̍ͤ̈ͮ͋̏̎̉̆͆̈́̇̔҉̷̨̭̟͕̤̫̦͎̦͖̬̠̮d̉̌͂ͥ͐̿͗̃͒ͪͧ͒̇̔̍͊̓͛̃҉̖̤̦̳͘͞ ̨̬̥̭͖̤̥̱̣̈̑ͩ̃͒̽̄͒ͤ͒͗ͤ̀̚̕̕͞T̢ͦ̈͛̓͏͇̼̺̩͉̻̪̘ͅȟ̸̡͖͕̦̼͍̪͕̱̹͕͇̠̹̯̼̰͚̗̩̐͑͒̓̆ȇͤ̃͛͌̎̉͒ͬ̑̍̄҉̩̪̹͙̙̠̩͞ ̶̙̤̹̱̹̑̓̎̍̾͡͝W̸̧̩͙̤͙͓̻͚̖̪̖̭̮̳̘̩͇̠͊͆ͯ̾̋̿ͤ͆ͤͯ̄ͯ͟͠͡a͂̅ͬͭ̎ͦ͑ͬ̌ͨ̓ͫͭ̀͛ͯ̆ͯ̀͡҉̡҉̝̭̼͇̪͇͖̬l̵̨̛̯̳̹̗͇̯͇̯͎̣̻̘̃͊̒͌͘ͅl̡͓̯̤̣̮̯̯̯̐ͫ̈́͛͐̓̓ͪͧ͂ͪ͊͒̾̏̕.̸̛̪̬͉̭͇̰̮̱̬̣̮̋ͬ̑͐̓̍ I tried to hide.My body started to become blurry, to blink. According to the arcane texts, I had become a paradox. I run, but I knew it was inevitable. I saw his physical form. A kilometric beast. His reached heaven. Grayish, with strange blue wings and thousands of tentacles. The folds of his mouth separated. It was emanating a blue glow. Their tentacles caught me and I was introduced into his stomach. A blue light completely blinded me, made me disappear.Now, I am in the biomass matrix. Floating in the void, in the non-existence.

Wishing I could return.