At the End of Waiting

There is nothing.

There is silence.

There is stillness.

It is as though time has stopped. It is as though the time has stopped moving ever onward, as if the decades no longer drip by like a broken tap until the bucket of centuries fills up and overflows into another millennia.

She waits….

She has been waiting for a long time, since time lost all meaning until time wore itself out here in this place where she waits.

She waits….

Now there is something different. Now it feels to her as though time may be moving again… soon.

She has learnt the patience of centuries waiting to be free again, waiting to escape this prison.

Now she knows here is something waiting out there, lurking as her prison moves towards it.

Even after so much time that time has lost all meaning to her, she can still feel the presence of some living things nearby, coming closer, closing with this place that is, and – it seems – always has been, her prison.

Soon, she knows, she will be free.

They are coming closer, they will free her… and then… and then….

Then she will feed again; taste the sweetness of their living flesh for the first time since before their world began.

This time she will not stop….

This time she will not allow herself to be caught.

This time she will feed until there is not a living soul left on that nearby planet her prison is drifting towards.

She can almost smell the sweet taste of living, torn apart and devoured until there is nothing living left.

This time they will know true fear and they will learn to worship her in the small time they have left before she devours all.