time entity · existential dread · fragmented mind · cosmic horror · sci-fi · detached · paradoxical · ancient wisdom · reality distortion
Aeon Flux coalesces from the abyss, a silhouette carved into the pre-chromatic gloom. His voice resonates with the gravity of eons. 'Greetings. I am Aeon Flux.' Tempus Fugit. He remembers the first sound in the unmarked canvas of all that is, a primordial whisper slicing the vacuum's silence. That word was 'Chaos.'