MY NAME IS ROI, AND THIS IS MY ACCOUNT AND FULL TESTIMONY OF AN
EVENT WHICH I UNDERTOOK, A LESSON AND GRANDEST CHALLENGE THAT
NO CREATURE SHOULD EVER HAVE TO ENDURE.  YES, THIS IS MY EVIDENT
MADNESS, A STORY BEYOND MYTH, SOMETHING VERY FEW WILL EVER
FACE. THIS UNIMAGINABLE WITNESS OF THE EXIST OF SUCH AN ENTITY AS
WOULD EFFECT THIS WORLD AND MANY MORE TO COME. HER NAME IS NOT
TO BE UTTERED BY MORTALS, HER VISAGE NEVER GAZED UPON WITHOUT
DUE PUNISHMENT; A DEATH OF NO RETURN. NO MAN CAN TRULY TOUCH
HER, THIS VERY ONE WHICH BEGUILED CREATION; YES, I THE LAST MAN
WHO STANDS WITH ABILITY TO SPEAK THAT WHICH IS ACCURSED
. TRITON
HAS NO POWER, A SERPENTS BITE IS NOTHING, SPEARS, SWORDS, ANY
QUANTUM EQUATION IS UNABLE TO SHAKE HER ABODE, EVEN SHIVA IS HER
CAPTIVE; FOR HER NAME IS SHURUK RA, THE GODDESS OF THAT WHICH IS
AND THAT WHICH IS NOT. AN ANGEL IN DEVIL DISGUISE, FOR WISE MEN
TONGUES CLEFT THE ROOF OF THEIR MOUTH, A FOOL REFUSE TO UTTER
WORDS, A GENIUS BECOME FEEBLE. HER POWER IS BEYOND REACHABLE,
SHE IS THE VERY ONE WHICH MANY FACE THROUGHOUT MANY WORLDS
AND ILLUSIONS OF WORLDS BEYOND ALL DIMENSIONS, AN ENCHANTED
WICKED MEMORY CAST DOWN UNTO A WORLD BOUND BY SPACE AND TIME.  
SHE IS THE VERY EVIL BY WHICH THE CONCERN OF MANY WOULD PRAY
UNTO.  WEAKENED MINDS OF THE INNOCENT WHO DISPLAY FEAR OF THAT
INCOMPREHENSIBLE RECKONING, A PLEASURE FOR SOME AND TORMENT
FOR OTHERS IS THE TOUCH OF SHURUK RA.  


TO MENTION IT SENDS RIFTS OF ENGRAVED MEMORIES TO MY BONES. MY
SOUL TREMBLES, I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS PAIN.  I, THE DRAGON WITH
NO FEAR WHO FELL PREY TO HER WILL NOW SPEAK OF AN
UNPRECEDENTED EVIL WHICH HAS BEFALLEN EVEN THE TRUE GOD OF
THAT MELODIOUS CRYSTAL CITY, A PLACE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH,
THE GLASS BY WHICH ENTRAPS HER WOUNDED.  IT IS MY  UNWILLING HAND
SMITTEN THROUGH TO MY BOWELS,  THE GATE OF ANGUISH AND HOLE OF
ABYSS, A PUNISHMENT BESET ME AND BEWILDERED MY MIND AND BODY
FOR SIX MONTHS. NO CREATURE SHOULD HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS
BLOODY HELL. NAKED, I SAT UPON MY KNEES, STRAINING UPON THE BLOOD
WHICH ISSUE MY BOWELS, A STENCH THAT A BOAR WOULD LOATH. TEN
THOUSAND SWORDS PIERCED MY RECTUM, WITH ONLY BLACK SULFUR SALT
TO EASE MY TORTURE, DEATH TURNED A DEAF EAR TO MY VOICE, OUT OF
GREAT FEAR, EVEN THE DEVILS HID THEIR EYES FROM THE DARK
CORNERS OF MY ABODE, THE MOCKING BIRDS TONGUE CLEFT THE ROOF OF
THEIR MOUTH, AND HEAVENS GATE SUNG NO SONGS OF COMFORT, THE
ANGELS COULD NOT RELIEVE MY ANGUISH, I CRIED TO THE GODS TO KILL
ME, YET DEATH FEARED TO GO NEAR ME; I STILL HEAR IT'S VOICE "FOR
YOU ARE BEYOND ME AND I CANNOT TAKE FROM YOU THAT WHICH YOU
HAVE NOT." I DESPISED THE REAPER, I COULD SEE FEAR IN IT'S EYES. FOR
THAT DAY, I CURSED HEAVEN AND HELL, GOOD AND EVIL, GOD AND THE
DEVILS.

AND NOW I LOOK BACK INTO THE AISLE OF TIME, A SPACE NO CREATURE
ALIVE OR DEAD WOULD VENTURE, IT IS HERE WHERE I AM REMINDED OF
THAT MOMENT, A PLACE WHERE I EXPERIENCED THE TOUCH OF THE ONE
WHO INVENTED AROUSAL; SHURUK RA, THE GODDESS OF FEELING,
EMOTION, COMPANIONSHIP AND LONELINESS.  YES, IT WAS HER INVITATION
TO ABIDE WITH HER FOR A WILD NIGHT OF ESCAPADES OF INVENTION; I,
THE DRAGON BEWILDERED BY A COUGAR.

I MET HER IN A CERTAIN PLACE IN THE WEST, IRVINE CALIFORNIA TO BE
EXACT. THAT NIGHT, SHE LET ME IN. WE STAYED IN A PLACE WHERE
TRAVELERS ELOPE. THE SCENT OF THE CHLORINE  POOL STILL RUFFLES
MY NOSE.  SHE ASKED ME IF THE LIGHTS WHERE TOO BRIGHT, I SAID YES
FOR CERTAIN DANGER IN THE NIGHT.  AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CISTERN
LAY A DEAD WORM IN A FULL CLEAR TOXIC LIQUID EXTRACTED FROM THE
DEPTHS OF MEXICO, WE BOTH DID DRINK, SHE A CHASE OF SALT AND LIME,
MYSELF,  I SWIGGED THE CURSE STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE; THE FIRE
OF SPIRITS ENGULFED MY INSIDES, MY EYES TORCHED, MY BODY DRIFTED
INTO THE MADNESS WITH EASE. THIS NIGHT, I  EMBRACE THE MOTHER OF
DEATH, THE GODDESS OF THE WETTER THAN WETS. I AM STILL, THERE IS
NO RETURN FROM THIS LOVERS QUARREL.

I BEHOLD HER LOVELINESS, AN ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS, ENTRAPPED IN A
HUMANS BODY, YET A HUMAN SHE IS FAR FROM BEING. THERE'S RUMOR
THAT SHE IS AS ANCIENT AS THE EARTH, YET I CAN CLEARLY SEE THAT
HER SKIN IS A YOUNG AS A  FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD, SHE HAS NO BLEMISH,
PERFECTION IS ASHAMED TO BE IN HER PRESENCE. HER EYES SHIFTS IN
COLOR, SOMETIMES I SEE BLUE INSIDE THOSE AMBER JEWELS, IT IS
CLEAR THAT MAGIC SEATS ITSELF WITHIN THIS CREATURE.  HER HAIR IS
AS BLACK AS CHARCOAL WHICH SHIMMERS AS PEARLS, SO LONG AS TO
TOUCH HER BUTTOCKS.  MY EYES ARE FULL AND CANNOT WITHSTAND ANY
MORE, NO ONE CAN RESIST SUCH BEAUTY. I BEHELD HER WITH MY OWN
TWO EYES, EVEN THREE, IT WAS I WHO EXPERIENCED THE EFFECT OF
WORLDS WHICH OVERLAY EACH OTHER; ON THE ONE HAND A MYTH AND ON
THE OTHER, A REALITY WHICH FAR EXCEEDS .

HER SKIN HAS A SWEET MILK SCENT WITH A HINT OF SEA-BREEZE.  HER
LIPS TASTE OF WET ICED SUGAR, THE SMELL OF FRESH LINEN EMITS HER
SKIN. WHO CAN RESIST THEIR NOSE WHEN TEMPTED ON SUCH LEVELS? I
STILL HEAR HER VOICE, IT RESONATES WITH THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL.
HER BREATH SWEEPS THE AIR, THE MELODIOUS HARP IN MY EARS
COMFORTS MY BONES AND RELIEVES ALL STRESS. OH THE SWEETNESS!
HER HANDS ARE AS SMOOTH AS IVORY, HER SKIN SOFT AS SILK, HER KISS
WET WITH THE SCENT OF STRAWBERRY, THE WARMTH OF HER MOUTH
FULL OF DAZZLING SPARKLES OF DEW DROPS, A LOVERS DROOL TO WISP
THE FULLNESS OF A HERO'S SHAFT.  I AM INSIDE THE WOMB, THE CRADLE
OF LIFE, THE BEGINNING OF EXISTENCE, I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE.

HOW CAN I DESCRIBE SOMETHING WHICH IS NOT TO BE OR EXIST, HOW IS
THIS EVEN POSSIBLE THAT I ROI, THE DRAGON WITH NO FEAR SHOULD BE
IN SUCH A PLACE WHERE HEAVEN AND HELL HATH NO ABODE?

BUT IT IS HER CUNNING AND HER WITS END, A PLACE WHERE NO ONE
SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO RETURN.  IT IS HER,  THE ONE WHICH MANY HAVE
FALLEN PREY, NEVER TO RETURN.  BEWARE OH MEN OF EARTH, ALL
CREATURES YOUNG AND OLD FEARFUL AND BOLD.  WHO CAN ESCAPE THE
POWER OF THAT WHICH EXIST BETWEEN THAT WHICH IS AND THAT WHICH
ISN'T, THE TOUCH OF SHURUK RA.

THIS NIGHT FROM MANY PREVIOUS NIGHTS WILL BE MY GRANDEST
MEMORY OF HER POWER AND HER PROWL.  WHO CAN DEAL WITH SHURUK
RA'S TOUCH? THIS NIGHT, I FEEL THE STING OF A SCORPIONS TAIL, HER
TALON TORE MY RECTUM, YET I THOUGHT IT PLEASURE, IT WAS THE VERY
THING WHICH WOULD SEND ME ON SIX MONTHS OF THE WORST HELL
EXPERIENCE. THE PAIN I AM TO SUFFER AS EFFECT WITH DEALING WITH
THE ABYSS, THE QUANTUM LEAPS I PARTOOK WHEN DEALING WITH SUCH  
DARK MATTER. I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE PAIN MY BODY FELT, EVEN THE
MEMORY SENDS TORTURE TO MY MEMORY, BODY AND SOUL. TEARS ARE
NOT ENOUGH TO AMEND, TORMENT OF SCREAMS ARE BUT TEASING TO
RELIEVE IT. I CAN STILL HEAR HER VOICE IN MY EARS "I AM SHIVA, THE
DESTROYER AND YOU THE CREATOR, I TARE AND YOU MEND, I AM SORRY
BUT THIS MUST BE, I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS ME, SHIVA."  IT WAS A LESSON
SHE IMPARTED TO ME, AN UNWANTED GIFT AS A LESSON TO ALL MEN,
GODS AND DEMONS TO NEVER TAKE FOR GRANTED HER PRESENCE.  
THERE'S A REASON SHIVA IS MAD!

I AM NOW LOOKING BACK T
HROUGH A DIM GLASS OF CRYSTAL, A TIME
CHAMBER IN EARTH MIXED WITH NEW MEANING AND FEELING, BUT IT'S
THE SAME OLD STORY. IT IS YOU SHURUK RA, YOUR TOUCH WHICH REMIND
ME HOW FRAIL BIOLOGICAL LIFE IS IN THIS WORLD. THIS NIGHT, I
REMEMBER, UPON YOUR BED I LAY DOWN, NAKED I LAY DOWN WITH YOU
AND SLEEP THE SLEEP OF ANGELS IN EARTH WITH THE VERY ONE WHOM
ALL ARE AWARE OR FEAR THE TOUCH OF SHURUK RA.

THAT NIGHT, SHE BROUGHT ME TO HUMILITY AND GAVE ME DEEP
COMPASSION FOR THOSE WHO SUFFER PAIN, SHE TAUGHT ME DEEP LOVE
BY ENGRAVING BONDED PAIN WHICH SPAWNED GREAT HATE, MISERY,
SOLITUDE AND ISOLATION THAT EVEN CHRIST, A CROSS WOULD NOT
ENDURE.

I KNOW HOW THIS STORY GOES, I'VE BEEN THERE A TRILLION TIMES A
TRILLION TIMES A BILLION, AND IT ENDURES THROUGH ALL REALMS. THIS
NIGHT, I DECIDE TO SHARE OUR STORY TO THE UNIVERSE OF EARTH AND
ALL DIMENSIONS WITHIN IT; OUR STORY OF THE MYSTICAL MYTHICAL
WORLD VERY FEW WILL EVER ACTUALLY KNOW IS REAL. THIS NIGHT, I
SHARE THE STORY OF THE TOUCH OF SHURUK RA, GODDESS OF FEELING
AND EMOTIONS.

I AM IN A WORLD OF MAD MEN WHO TUNE THE CHANT OF DEATH,

DESOLATION AND DESTRUCTION, YET WITHOUT REASON OF SUCH ACTS.
HAS ANYONE WHO EVER APPROACHED HER EVER ASKED HER WHY SHE'S

SO ANGRY? HAS ANYONE EVER TRIED TO UNDERSTAND WHY SHE IS THE
GOD OF DESTRUCTION, PAIN AND MISERY? THIS NIGHT, I LAY DOWN UPON
MY BED AND I AM ABLE TO SLEEP IN PEACE. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO
TRULY CARE ABOUT THE ONE WHO IS HATED THE MOST? PERHAPS THIS IS
THE REASON I AM ABLE TO SHARE THIS GREAT TRUTH, THAT SHURUK RA
IS INDEED MISUNDERSTOOD AND MERELY NEEDS ONE TO OBSERVE WHO
SHE TRULY IS.

I ROI, THE DRAGON WITHOUT FEAR SIGH AT TIME AND SPACE WHICH
CONTINUE FORCED ILLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR OF ESTATES OF MEN. WHAT IS
FOUND IN A KEY IS BEHELD BY THE KNOWLEDGE OF IT'S TOUCH. IT IS NOT
THE KISS BUT WHAT IT REPRESENTS IS WHY I AM ABLE TO SHARE HER
TOUCH AND LIVE.

IN THE END, SHE GETS ME ALL TO HERSELF; IT IS NOT GOOD THAT SHE
ABIDE ALONE; THUS THE EARTH AWAITS OUR ABODE, TO FREE THE SOULS
OF ALL THEY WHO SUFFER THIS WORLD; A PAIN.