Eterno Eclipse; Apocaeclipsis: Eterno Eclipse, #0

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In the year 2083, the nights are freezing, Adeús and the world have become noisier; Technology and humanity have advanced to such a point that the singularity could occur at any time. Only a catastrophe of apocalyptic magnitude could stop our imminent conquest of the stars. Luck and Taurin, fire and frost, a mixture that promises light and freedom or the promise of fire turning black. Between pleasures and words, writing his own story, without warning, everything has become blurry, darkness.

Existence is left without a flame to burn and illuminate or cold to calm the storm; the Red and blue repel each other, and purple does not sprout.

Cold is the asphalt as you arise,

frozen when your only company flies,

drowning in orange mist that fills the skies,

the scent of copper where all hope lies.

Mutilated beings and monsters cry,

consciences and corpses, where they vie,

organic and twisted, with a thirst to pry.

Voids these creatures are named

and void they’ll leave me inside,

void, alone, where I cannot hide.

Voids—why call them voids?

Void—what has been denied?

In the worst of chains of bad luck, luck and Taurin come in a confusing situation and on the verge of death, darkness...

...but when the darkness fades, the vision becomes a curse.

The devastated Luck will quickly discover that his death was the least of his worries and the greatest reward.

What is a soul capable of when everything it loves is about to burn in the darkness?

Orange disease, orange despair

more problems than answers there,

disappearances and lost hope’s glare,

more corpses than coffins in the orange air.

How did it end, with whispers begging to be spared?

Nightmares and madness aren't the key,

and in the clarity of sanity,

the stench of death clings brutally,

for truth, it stings more painfully.

-  Luck At Strôggonoff."

Immerse yourself in this intriguing universe that...

...Shhhhh, Silence! Don't you see that these pages harbor the deepest fears of human cosmogony? They emerge in the psyche of the readers, infected by the characters themselves. His desperation and desire to escape breathes cosmic horror into everyone who sets his sights on this universe of letters, entering this terrifying adventure. The nature of the enemy questions the very existence or, doesThe consciousness same? That will be the hidden creed

The feeling of being lost and confused is intertwined with the harsh reality of life itself. To move forward, you have to be constant. To discover the truth hidden page after page, if there is any truth, it will be necessary to look at more than just the letters. It will not be enough to advance between chapters; The soul cries out to plunge into the depths of meaning, and being is the only answer. When it smells like a mystery, the solution it's wisdom. Navigating a portal to another universe should be no different from dreaming, dreaming.

Do we live fully or are we victims of our own misery? Tell me.

Are our values ​​correct or do they only make us mere reflections of society? Tell me

Are feelings exclusive to humans? Or is it a divine inheritance?

Explain to me, after all, we say that God is love, right? Please tell me.

Life is shit, but after the confusion, the soul is tempted to remember the glory that emerges victorious in the midst of storms, in the form of hope and at an incalculable cost. Sacrifice reveals that defeat is not an option when you lose everything for victory. Misfortunes have relentlessly plagued those of us who have decided to exist, but stubborn awareness brings experience as a reward, leaving us just one step away from achieving it.

You know what to do, do it.

This is an invitation to read, suffer and learn from pain so that victory is more intoxicating.

Do you dare?

Index

Language Advise............................................................................................1

Prologue.........................................................................................................2

Synopsis.........................................................................................................4

Index..............................................................................................................5

Eternum Eclipse; Apocaeclypse................................................................6

Chapter 1: The Awakening – Orange Nightmare.................................12

Chapter 2: Sinner - Echoes of the requiem...........................................64

Chapter 3: Wretched Walkers – Crimson Vitality.................................83

Chapter 4: Metals – Hopelessness......................................................132

Chapter 5: Sinner´S – Eternal Madness .............................................188

Eternal Eclipse...........................................................................................247

Details of the work and the author........................................................248

ETERNUM ECLIPSE

Apocaeclypse

Pxper

- The eternal race of the gods is the greatest torture, only a disturbed being full of misery would travel such a path.

"It is recorded in history that 'Humans', if we can still call ourselves that, were weak, but free, a freedom that we used to chain ourselves to pleasures voluntarily.

We used to get drunk on food and not we repair in wasting it.

Our technology advanced to the point of pleasing war and leisure in the same titanic proportions, we turned our backs on advancement or development, we forgot.

New drugs and addictions frequently appeared under the theater of thousands of uncontrolled wars like burning flames that spread needing to be extinguished.

We didn't care what kind of company we had as long as we weren't alone, causing sex to stop being a reproductive necessity and become another pleasure, another vice in a gigantic catalog that misappropriated hedonism in its most extreme form.

The vices channeled this most perverse side, destroying the humanity of our race, destroying the animals and the ecosystem of our original planet, the price to pay never mattered as long as it could satisfy our needs. obsesa and unhealthy dependence on pleasure and pride.

The greatest sacrilege to humanity was accepting the worst of pleasures and vices, the god of these, transformed life, the vain and appearances, the god of the ridiculous, a concept that transcended beyond any other, remember, The concepts are a set of words, the word has power, no god of any religion caused so many deaths, no god had so much power over humans, he caused the worst wars, he was worshiped with love, hate, war, blood, happiness and many emotions more.

It was the most addictive and socially demanded displeasure, we are talking about the number one pleasure, the basis of our society, the chains we create for ourselves, 'money' and its follower, the economy, a concept worthy of science fiction and that Many times it meant the death of a piece of history or of the person who tried to write it impartially. The riches symbolized the planet's natural resources, true resources, and here we are, without resources and without money, because, even though it was abundant in the world, it did not save us from our end.

Money placed value on individuals, overriding their abilities and merits, but we did not see it and shed enormous amounts of blood in their name, perhaps it was not because of the money, perhaps it was rather because of the power it provided, for its effect and consequences on individuals, on society and what surrounds you, a concept that involves delay and to which we must never return, but it is Terran and historical heritage that shows the conviction of the Terrans, who defend their words and beliefs to any cost, even at the cost of his own humanity. Because your beliefs and cosmogony reflect your life, losing this means dying in life and no matter how absurd the convictions may become, it is determination and love for a cause that has allowed us survival and victory in the face of everything we have faced. ...

...that is what characterizes us as humans, not our physiology, especially now...

...despite the unnecessary, what defines us are those oddities that lie within us. If we were all perfect and self-sacrificing, we would just be another bunch of machines.

That's why I can say, what the story tells, talks about a good life, we were fine, there was a balance between the absurd and the chaotic, which gave space to few individuals to find the truth of being, not because they were special, perhaps because They were, but the truth is that they did what others did not, quench the thirst for search and curiosity, they were all curious and adventurous, absorbed in this sea of ​​enslaving pleasures, but curious about what was happening throughout the universe. Well, to admire and reflect on existence, we do not have to have lust, hunger, thirst, fear, sleep or anguish, perhaps that is why we end up absorbed in an absurd life and with thousands of wasted possibilities, perhaps we were looking for the opportunity to reflect, think and get lost. .

It is those vain and ridiculous humans who, without knowing it, were preparing to give us a small opportunity, bringing us to where we are today, not everything was the obligation to live, many decided to be conscious and others to exist.

In the act of waking up in the morning or awakening your consciousness there was something pleasurable, since we could not quench the thirst for adventure or curiosity.

No matter how much we explored and although we answered many questions, we always found more answers accompanied by many more questions than we had answered, that always led us to a new adventure and that made us feel alive...

...if the story is real and not false as the human being always used to write to see himself as the most good and pious being, to see himself as he is not, perfect, like a machine without oddities and without the 'waste' that are the feelings, the useless thoughts or the wasted time that characterized us...

...if those stories were true at some point, how good those lazy times must have been, with the spirit of knowledge and with the time to live in leisure...

...those times are over...

...they will live as captains, they are giving up the possibility of their own tomorrow or of everything mentioned above, from now on, they will resign to the possibility of leisure, giving up pleasure or addictions, they will resign to calm and peace, you will be filled with passion for your position, for your responsibility, for your protected people, for your weapons, for your ships, for your objective, you will be those who will lead us to the future, those perfect machines that will travel the same path as our ancestors and the messiah, Most Holy Day Nøkker Luck Di Strôggonoff.

You will have to try to be immortal, not for yourselves, but for everything you protect, you are not allowed to die, you will rise from the ashes and put an end to each of the threats, you will have to strengthen yourself, your elements, your inhabitants. , to our abilities as a species.

They will be the saints who free our people from all evil, creating the miracles that are necessary to free the Terrans from death, they will have to become passionate, for the ark and everything it carries inside, for their people, Because of their responsibility, they need

PASSION captains.

P A S S I O N

You will be champions of the Terrans, demigods who will combat misfortune and catastrophe, saints who fight, without bleeding, without doubting, without sweating, without crying, even if the magma dissolves your insides, which you will face with passion, without tears, without anyone noticing the weakness that we will carry alone and in silence, you are not allowed to abandon your responsibilities even after death, you will rest when your souls evaporate, remember

R E M E M B E R

Only beings of misery know divinity and you will be the miserable ones, messiahs and gods, the saviors, heroes and protectors, the greatest guides and the very hope of all the eyes that see you, you are their light, their shield, their spear, you are the saint who will always be preaching freedom, hope and possibility.

The saviors carry all the pain, the most hellish, agonizing and desperate for their work, which requires passion.

PASSION CAPTAINS PASSION

They are forbidden to feel pain with any expectant soul. Because? It is the price, the price of freedom that we give to our people and it is also the profit, that they live with the spirit of knowledge without time limits so that they can enjoy leisure, like the good times, and in exchange you gave up such a dream. , we will gain the opportunity to fight for the enjoyment of others who, if they live the dream, everything has a price and you will be the one who pays it.

You will regret in secret, you will cry in solitude, but you will never give up, because your greatest passion will be to be captains, you will suffer without the hope that someone will save you, because you are the saviors.

We preach freedom and freedom is clear, whoever wants can reject his position, no one is forced to become captain, but I know better than anyone that we all want to protect our precious beings, no one wants to be captain, that involves accepting hell Until our soul evaporates, giving up any emotion and becoming the protector of thousands of lives does not leave room to live a life of your own, because once you are captains, you will no longer have a life, it will not be yours, your life will be that of each inhabitant. of his ark, that they can live it is the maximum objective and the definitive reward.

Remember, suffering the suffering of others in exchange for them living is your enjoyment.

That's ok! Better to suffer as a captain than to see a species suffer, better to suffer firsthand than to see how more than one suffers, it is better to suffer voluntarily by choosing to be a captain, than to see our loved ones suffer enslaved while fulfilling the role of captain, no one wants knowing that a loved one carries the weight of being a captain, it is better to be that person and save them from that fate, it is better to accept any other form of suffering that happens to you than to be captains, but it is better to be a captain than to watch as a spectator as they suffer. who you love, or worse yet, fall into betrayal...

...this is hell and your maximum reward.

Pride and honor, this is what our ancestors lived and what you will live, you call yourselves captains, but you are saviors, the new apostles of the messiah, Luck...

...this is the story of everything our redeemers suffered and the weight they carried on their way to save us without anyone saving them...

...everything begins as it ends, with the messiah leaving us a lesson about passion...

PASSION CAPTAINS

P A S S I O N

...glorious captains, everyone who travels this path has the right to know what awaits them, this chapter of our history was called the era of Apocaeclypse.

Apocalypse

Chapter 1: The Awakening – Orange Nightmare

Someone writes while fingers frantically tap on a touch screen...

-  Searching within yourself

Chapter 1 - Passion

Stay determined, a voice echoes in my head whenever I'm frustrated.

Am I going crazy?...

...he had just turned fifteen, and he was lost. And not in a city, not in a shopping center or on the street, I was lost in my thoughts, in myself, in being and existing. Simply put, I didn't know who I was, what my goal was, or what I was good at...

What the hell did I come to this world for?

A question that I frequently asked myself. It was very frustrating not knowing. The thoughts that wandered in my mind had no direction and were only unfounded by other people's opinions, and obviously I was confused further. They were just endless contradictions. Now I understand that contradictions are a part of being human, and above all an essential part of me, but back then I didn't understand anything!

I remember one day when I was stressed and decided to smoke while drawing, something I recommend to manage anger attacks or psychotic episodes.

No! Smoking does not...

...he was talking about drawing. It doesn't matter that you don't know how to draw, but it is important to enjoy the act and not burden yourself with a perfectionist projection, but rather an expressionist one, unrelated to critical evaluation.

I, for example, was not inspired and honestly, the drawings were disgusting if we talk about the result, technique or quality. Almost always when I drew they were shitty drawings, I wasn't good at drawing, but I liked that drawing. I like it even in today's sun, but...

...at that moment I stopped drawing because I got bored. Rather, I discharged all that negative energy. Also, I always jump between topics, activities and ideas, so I decided to write, something I was discovering at the time and that I love to do, writing.

Writing is good for the soul. Through fictitious, fantasy, alternate and incredible worlds, all thinking beings who exist beyond comprehension communicate.

A written book is the story of another reality, shared with us through a writer. We cannot assure that another world exists, that there is another reality, a whole story that takes place in another dimension. We cannot assure that this is the case, but we can never deny it. And just as a writer captures a world with words and feelings, when an artist keeps feelings, they become a world inside our head and heart, so it is better to remove the most negative things so as not to burden ourselves with hell worlds inside.

And I, through writing, brought out that hell that was already becoming a whole world in my head, so I wrote: Noble Requiem:

Noble Requiem

"Gods and kings have died, but only for me...

...at my birth faith and luck did not register my name,

that is why salvation and society do not know of my existence.

I went a silent error,

that is why I will never have a tombstone in the cemetery...

...or anyone who remembers me with love or pride."

But isn't that a prize? No! What unfortunate person is bothered by oblivion?

Me. I was terrified of not being in history, I'm terrified of not being in history, that's why I wrote, that's why I write, that's why I will write, that's why I bare my vulnerable being between letters, paper and ink, faithful lovers.

Even though I liked what I wrote, today I feel bad reading it and it is an offense to my loved ones, who make my life beautiful. Alhere would be proud; The truth is that he loved me in his own way and saw life from another angle. Luckily, he didn't expect of me what society expects of its offspring, which took me a while to understand. I always felt pressured by what he expected of me and what he really expected was for me to be free, or so I think. I prefer to think so, it edifies his memory and gives me some relief. The same with Taurin, who makes me happy, accompanies me and supports me, admires me, something that makes me fall in love a little more with each interaction, as love should be. It would be unfair to say that gods, kings or the universe forgot about me; I have little, but it represents immense wealth, it is all I want.

Walking through my past memories, never reflected upon, has led me to learn that my flesh and blood are indestructible, but that is a terrible burden...

...for this reason, in ink and paper he revealed the man who dies every time the indestructible cannot do so. That is why we all need to find a passion that reveals to us who we are and where we can take refuge when, due to our own decisions, the world besieges us mercilessly.

A fueled passion is nothing other than our awakened conscience. Manifesting our thoughts, feelings and emotions through existence is leaving evidence of who we are on a path to our best version. Because, no matter how faithful we remain to ourselves, in ten years we will not recognize who we are today or why we are like this in the now, but passions are that evidence expressed in works, which leave a memory to return to to reflect. , to be and exist as we were in the past, where we return for euphoria like caterpillars and leave like butterflies, changed, overcome, transformed. A well-fed passion is the most genuine search for satisfaction.

The fatalistic poem that I titled Noble Requiem deserved a good drawing, or that was the excuse to avoid the emptiness that remains after the satisfaction of writing a good poem. Like a drug, you want more of that feeling, self-approval. Therefore, we must be careful not to turn passions into obsessions that consume us.

My drawings were shit, but I was determined to make one that corresponded to the text in search of that intoxicating satisfaction of my own approval, of that pride in myself that feeds the ego, egocentrism, another displeasure into which we all fall. Anyway, it would make a very good drawing, but first things first...

...the