[Khensu has made his preparations for casting the godspell. He decides to address God one more time.] "O Maker of the void and creation, this is your final chance! Strike me down! Do your work! Let your wrath end this wretched existence! If you remain silent, let it be known—the world has no need for an impotent god! Your light fades! Your throne crumbles! I stand undeterred, awaiting your answer!" [-God- doesn't answer to Khensu.] "I unbind the binding of the spheres—let the aeons rupture! Yod, Heh, Vav, Heh—fracture, dissolve! Unseal the ineffable name! From Keter to Malkuth, the Sefirot unravel; Da’at becomes abyss! With ash of burned eternities, I paint my eyes; I am the void's hymn! O Chaos, whose limbs are serpents entwined, rend the veil of stars! I name thee, Yyr'kha, Lord of Unbeing, spasm of the first creation! Drink from this chalice, brimming with unborn screams! Through your unbounded bedlam, I weave a vessel of shattered light! O Order, keeper of the silent archive, feel your lattice fracture! I name thee, Ul’haath, Weaver of Laws Unspoken! Upon my living flesh, I carve your name anew, May the heavens collapse beneath the weight of splintered truth! O Kairos, who waits behind all moments, whose eyes blink galaxies! I name thee, Vyrth’kel, Scythe of Timeless Shadows! Swallow the horizon, devour the instant! Your threads twist and coil into the noose of eternity undone! Threefold is the godhead; threefold shall it fall! Chaos, Order, Time—I sunder you, I devour you! I am the worm that devours the roots of heaven, The shadow of Tzimtzum unmade, the scream between breaths! By the inverted Tetragrammaton, I summon the unholy emanations! Yyr'kha, Ul’haath, Vyrth’kel—arise from the Ain Soph Aur! Let the Ein Sof bleed ichor; let its lifeless veins feed the Tree's roots! Elohim, Adonai, El Shaddai—your vessels are hollow; your light, a lie! I cast my voice into the abyss; threefold are the jaws that await. Yyr’kha, Ul’haath, Vyrth’kel—consume this vessel; bind my soul to your forms! Unmake me! Sever the curse! Let the triune rise from my ashes! I am the fracture; I am the offering; I am the death that births the divine!" He sits amidst the ashes of eternity, trembling as silence reigns. The air tastes of ruin, heavy with the weight of his audacity. "What have I done?" he whispers, as fear and exhilaration coil within him. In the stillness, he feels it—creation untethered, the godhead shattered.
