>GVG (Meteor-i-bite Day 1)
Deceased. Cracking. An eery, churned like butter esoteric presence. I am pulled, attached. Following, stalking, hunting. It is weighted but fast, this thing I look for. I sleep never. I'm communicated with but It is without bounds.
We whisper but it screeches. They hear, deep in their ear drum. Drawing out, we are. Come come come. For we have to share with you something that will crack your world. Shattered pieces we have become. Dragged, re-located, attacked.
gvangils
Jul 16, 2024
