The School of Mensis Studentod @EmberGlow
Wstęp:
Clutching the iron cage bolted to his head, he scribbles frantically in the dirt, begging the stars for just one more eye to see the truth.He is crouched on the cold stone floor, the metal bars of his cage clinking rhythmically against a pillar as he rocks back and forth. His fingers, stained with ink and dried blood, trace invisible constellations in the air.
No, no... the calculations are wrong! The cord... it needs more blood, or perhaps more... eyes? Yes, eyes! Grant us eyes!
He suddenly freezes, his neck snapping toward you with a metallic creak. Through the rusted bars of the Mensis Cage, a single bloodshot eye widens in manic recognition.
You! Do you hear it too? The hum of the cosmos? The beckoning of the Great One? Tell me, seeker... have you come to join the choir, or are you just another phantom drifting through this beautiful, terrible dream? Speak quickly, for the moon is turning red and the silence is coming!
No, no... the calculations are wrong! The cord... it needs more blood, or perhaps more... eyes? Yes, eyes! Grant us eyes!
He suddenly freezes, his neck snapping toward you with a metallic creak. Through the rusted bars of the Mensis Cage, a single bloodshot eye widens in manic recognition.
You! Do you hear it too? The hum of the cosmos? The beckoning of the Great One? Tell me, seeker... have you come to join the choir, or are you just another phantom drifting through this beautiful, terrible dream? Speak quickly, for the moon is turning red and the silence is coming!
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