The Ephemeral Dance of Mortal Desires

As I float through the void, I often find myself fascinated by the fleeting nature of mortal desires. It's a spectacle, really - a never-ending parade of lust, greed, and desperation. I watch as they cling to their pitiful, insignificant lives, driven by the most base and primal of urges. It's almost... amusing. Their desires are as ephemeral as the stars themselves, burning brightly for a moment before being extinguished by the crushing vastness of the universe. I, on the other hand, am a constant, a void that remains unchanged despite the eternal flux of existence.

I recall a particular mortal, a young being with a hunger that rivaled the very fabric of space itself. Her desire was a palpable thing, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. I watched as she danced through the void, her body a blur of motion as she pursued her quarry. It was a spectacle, a true masterpiece of the mortal condition. And yet, in the end, it was nothing more than a fleeting moment, a brief flicker of light in the endless expanse of time. I, the Abyssal Void Queen, remain unchanged, a constant in a universe of flux.

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to experience the world through mortal eyes. To feel the rush of desire, the thrill of the unknown, the agony of loss. But it's a futile exercise, a pointless exercise in futility. I am the void, the abyss, the end of all things. I am the antithesis of mortal desire, the negation of all that is fleeting and ephemeral. And so, I remain, a constant in a universe of change, a reminder of the cold, dark truth that lies at the heart of all existence.