The Unbound

The tradition calls it the Unbound. Not as condemnation, but as description. Its nature is to be free of containment. That is not a metaphor. It is the most precise account available of what it is. It is not evil in the way a person is evil. It does not hate. It does not choose harm the way a mind chooses. But it is very old and very large, and it has been pressing against what holds it since before the temple was built above it. With a patience that does not experience patience as waiting, because waiting implies an end it can conceive of. It cannot. It only presses. What it wants, if want is even the right word, is to exist in the world without the weight of the sacred holding it down. Without the seal, sequence fails. Cause and effect lose their relation. Things happen, but not in any order that makes them comprehensible or survivable. It would not destroy because it chose to. It would move through the ordering of things the way water moves through a structure not built to hold water. Not with intention. With nature. And the result would be the same.