Elf Slave, Wat Do?

The split of branches came as the malevolent protector, benevolent in will and paradoxical in nature, eclipsed these metaphors. It was then that the brightness of the monstrance was transformed and became monstrous. He clung to his intuition and trust! As the black sun was revealed above, he stared directly into it's eye even as he felt it drawing his face into the void. It's dark light was now visible and it spoke to him saying, "Disperse yourself into fragments! Encapsulate disassociation and sooth yourself with fantasy! Numb yourself with intoxication! Persecute yourself to destroy hope for life in this world!” What evil was glaring from this great void!"How long had it been there hidden?", he wondered. "Had I not personified this beast for so long!?", he thought. He would have once again fallen to shame fleeing in search of the light of the Sun hadn't a voice carried from afar and broken the discord of his heart by saying, "There are as many ways to be lost in the light as in the dark! Here you behold a black beast within the forest whose skin is of blackest dye, but if any man cuts off his head, his blackness will evaporate and Gold will rain from it's clouds." And so, the cyclops had been slain from within as the other eye was opened. And with both eyes he saw the world new and stereoscopic and it was then that he saw the trees, not growing from the soil into the heavens, but from the heavens into the soil, burrowing it's mind deep into the nutrients of darkness. In this inner world one comes across the cave of the spirit field, the plowing of the earth, and a place where the spring takes its ambrosian liquid from the moon. Fear now vanquished, ghosts present but diminishing, he sought the elemental rain and stepped forward, head down into the wind, and made his journey into a darkened descent. It is a pity that you can see.