Night nuclear black cat
The night is not outside.
In the center.
In this layer,
All structures are already born.
Outline of bedrock.
The skeleton of the city.
density of the forest.
but they are
It's not completely fixed yet.
There is a form.
But it doesn't make sense.
Direction, gravity, boundaries,
It's not confirmed.
At the center of this uncertain world,
Just one thing
There is a clear existence.
Black cat.
Small.
But
The clearest in this world.
Angle of the ear.
Thin legs.
The long tail.
Everything is
It is precisely defined.
The black cat walks.
With each step,
the surrounding structure
Quietly confirm.
The ground is slightly solid,
Contour is born,
Space has a direction.
It is not creation.
It's a choice.
Among the countless overlapping possibilities,
One is chosen.
That's
Get real.
The shadow of a black cat,
This is no ordinary shadow.
In the shadow.
particles like stars
It flows quietly.
That's
Not the outer universe.
The inner universe.
the nyx
I'm not here as a giant being.
It is dispersed.
In this black cat.
In the dark part of the terrain.
in the gap of the structure.
To all "parts that have not yet been decided."
The players...
I am in this world.
Whenever the armored advanced
The scaffolding is confirmed,
Every time the beast race jumps
The distance is fixed,
Every time a machine race measures
The structure is fixed,
Every time a variant species passes through
The boundary becomes ambiguous.
The battlefield exists.
but at the same time
the world itself
It's in progress.
And if you look over
This space is
It has not yet converged into one.
Multiple realities.
It overlaps.
In the center
The black cat looks back.
Behind those eyes
Not the light.
There is a deep night.
Here we have
The night is ahead.
The light is
Then be chosen.