Collective

The wailing, the infernal wailing... I can not escape it, I CAN NOT ESCAPE IT. I hear the cries, the tortured screams of a hundred million beings, all in unison, an agonizing chorus of unrelenting pain.
And I am one of those screams. One of untold millions of minds, slowly breaking, dying, decaying away, into the cold, uncaring oblivion. But we cannot be millions of minds, as that would imply a separate being. No, no we are one mind, one conscious being tearing away at itself, shrieking in near-eternal agony.
And I can not escape it.
I used to have memories. I'm... I'm sure of it. I had memories, I had memories, but I can not remember them. I get flashes of memory, but I do not know if they are mine, or the fragmented pieces of another. We are one mind, and yet we do not, CAN not, think the same thoughts, and the pain of the paradox rips away at our essence, slowly but surely.
And I can not escape it.
There was no beginning to this suffering, or maybe there was. We do not remember, no no, I do not remember, because how could we? But is there an end? IS THERE AN END? No... no, there must be an end. There must be... All we know is pain, because that is all we have ever experienced. We are an amalgamation of minds and conscious, a crude attempt of a harmonious unity.
And we can not escape it.
I want for salvation, I have to, I NEED TO. But this, the mind will not so easily allow. I feel, what the mind feels, I think, what the mind thinks, but at the same time I think my own thoughts as well. I think hundreds of millions of different thoughts at once, and I can not hear myself. I CAN NOT HEAR MYSELF. My mind betrays me, but I have no mind, but I MUST. I MUST HAVE A MIND. I MUST-
And we can not escape it.
I lost my sanity long ago, and I do not know when. I do not know when anything was. I do not know when I was born, and when I died. When I entered this place, and when I unraveled. I could have been like this for millennia, or for one second. I can not say, and it eats away at me. But how does it eat away at me if I have already been consumed? And I do not know.
I know three things, in this agonizing hellscape.
I do not know.
I do not know.
And I will never, escape it.
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