5Why is the Chaos so consuming and blinding? The mere strength of its presence can send force enough to shake the most impressive and impervious of walls, mazes, and complexes. Like a deathly locust swarm descending across a plateau of grain, the Chaos can shroud all sight with its haze. Even tensing for the blast of the mounting Chaos assault only creates strained muscles before the actual assault.
Feeling the walls I stood upon shake is a queasy feeling alike that of a ship gosling about in a tempest. Their broad base and always so secure heights now are a place where only a lover of havoc would find appealing. They were safe and stable but now as turbulent and convulse the way one in quicksand would, doubts, questions, and fears arise in the Chaos storm. Disheartening is the knowledge that I don't know what caused it or how to prevent it after it passes away.
Even the maze that I constructed behind the wall in impressive complexity and expanse with the most brilliant of details now is in the shadow of the chaotic storm. An alluring trap like a baited mouse trap waiting outside the mouse's hole in the wall, my maze is in wait. It was never intended to stop or even brace against such a storm, the way a wave in a bright sunny day can consume a surfer into the darkening blue ocean so Chaos descends onto the maze. It cares nothing about walls or physical blockades that I created in my maze. Angry howling winds blast across the walls, funneling through the tight or wide walls and creating small horizontal cyclone. Wary would be anyone that entered the maze as if they were one standing behind a door with fair certainty their enemy was just beyond in poise.
Yet the storm continues on over and through the maze, its sights more concentrated now upon the great complex that is in the heart of it all. The towering and glorifying construct of architectural impossibility and beauty awaited the onslaught with a will of life. The shining colorful skin, clear windows, and on looking eyes stare at the most complex and engulfing force seen. The sounds of shattering glass were silenced with the wailing winds. The unidentifiable skin being coated by the darkening storm, Chaos surrounds the pinnacle at the center of the maze squeezing upon it. The grip squealed supports and the whole structure strained with all its strength to push back and stay to being itself. Nothing could be allowed to corrupts is form. Yet it weathers the crushing strength with its own unanticipated astronomical power.
Yes, certainly Chaos's greatest power is the unknown and the envy of those that don't have such a disorder at their doors and the idleness that results from it's blinding powers and lust for the bright skies of old that painted the most clear of days and the pride to try and weather the storm along and most dangerous of all is the reaction of wrath back as the storm subsides. Just as fog surrounds a oared boat with fear for capsizing in lost waters so does Chaos sow fear into my heart.
There really is no full removal of the toxin as the storm subsides and retreats back into the hidden rocky beyond. As I pass through my own maze I can find small shifting black grains and a dark residue in the cracks and crevices, even a small tarnish seems to have been places over the greatest complex.