And All Things Will End

This is noble. You stretch your arms out to your sides and bare yourself before the Child. A reaching hand wraps around you, and it pulls you gently toward its gaping maw. It is still sleeping.

Everything is peaceful. You wonder if those above will understand what you have done for them. They may struggle at first, but once their thoughts become sufficiently mired in Truth and Reality they will welcome their end. They will greet death like a friend, and will not struggle against the grasping hand of nonexistence. All will be at peace. All will be quiet. You cannot imagine a better event.

You are inside the mouth, now. The teeth are not sharp, and few have broken through the gums. It grinds against your body, turning your bones to dust. Slobber surrounds you, making your skin wrinkle.

The process is not fast. You die from lack of nourishment long before you are devoured. The Child will appreciate your sacrifice, once it grows old enough to understand it. Its dreams grow solid, and its influence spreads beyond the stars. The tendrils wrap around the minds of humanity, and soon they begin to question.

You have 1 choice:

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