∞ Oh ye of many names ∞
Once faux fallen child.
Father of many creatures.
Oh how the spirits wept once in your passing, only
now to revel and tremble in your presence.
Ye of such viscous and vile amalgam.
Whose insatiable hunger devours whatever graces its touch.
Whose steps are followed by winter’s tail and omens.
Oh ye of lost identity.
Eldritch Horror, Glutton of Knowledge, Eater of Worlds.
What pulls you to this realm?
This quaint withered hollow.
The luminous streets have since faded.
What beckons thee here?
What sin has been committed to invite such wicked spirits?
And so he told us.
Voice lathered in hopeless truths and frightening indifference.
∞ “Because you exist.” ∞
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