Хазард

The world of nature is one of the world cycles.The wind blows, and then subsides.Seeds germinate and grow to the sun before they dry out, die and return to the soil.The spark becomes a flame, and the flame becomes a fire.The fire turns into smoldering coal, and then into ashes.Each of these elementary processes in its endless repetition gives rise to various types of consciousness.Khazard was given life from the endless waves of tides and castings. As an elemental keeper of the ocean, Khazard had an innate understanding of almost all that was under the waves.Everything, from the smallest crustaceans to the largest leviathans, did not keep any secrets from him.The growth of seaweed is the rhythm of his breathing, and the flows that flow from one far coast to another are a source of the vitality of his body.Elementals, unlike other mortal beings, appear fully formed and conscious.They know their purpose and follow the path determined for them.When they finally die, they do it without fear or fears.They know that the old should make room for the new one.Khazard took the place of the cost, which took the place of another, etc.Over time immemorial.However, he destroyed this cycle with his denial of this pattern. It would seem that there could be nothing in the sea that he would not know, but in the deepest abyss there was something that appealed and waited.The voice whispered to him.It doesn’t matter where the Khazard did not go to the sea, it was there.He asked him questions that he could not answer and gradually began to scatter the thought that the elementals did not have his own consciousness.He began to doubt the nature of his being.He began to doubt the nature of the truth itself.As the questions became more and more difficult, the voice continued to attract it, even the vastness of the ocean began to seem limited.Black depths lured and promised understanding.Khazard set a goal to find a source of voice. Below, where the last spots of light went out, Khazard found what he was looking for.In the dark, there was the one who spoke to him.He wriggled and writhed.A thousand tentacles proceeded from a weakly luminous ink cloud.He continued to whisper right in his head, now in a loud voice.He was captured, completely absorbed in the speaker's hypnotic words.Khazard became colder because he became more and more lost.He was quickly surrounded by ice.One of the tentacles came off from the foggy central mass, turning into a nightmare ice snake.He wrapped around the elemental when his eyes closed.When he opens them again, he will no longer serve the sea, but will become a new master. "Truth is an abyss"