mausoleum

i've contained myself here
this pocket universe is so distant that i should be safe
not me
all data stored in mausoleum
funny thing isn't it?

because time cannot be trusted anymore
there are beings existing outside its limits
hunters living off the lesser entities
limited by space-time

i don't even know why i'm documenting everything
last time i peeked outside
everything was dead and empty

CANNOT BE SURE IF THE MAUSOLEUM WAS FIRST
OR THE EVENTS HAPPENING OUTSIDE
I DON'T KNOW IF I'M A CHRONICLER OF THE PAST
A PREDICTOR OF THE FUTURE
OR IF I'M CREATING THE OUTSIDE WORLD
BY GATHERING INFORMATION ABOUT IT

i travel for millennia
unnoticed
by the world unfolding around me

without me everything would be forgotten
or wouldn't happen at all