And All Things Will End
With every breath, you beg to return to the First. To feel the tendrils covering you, to coat yourself in it. It cannot hear you. This is a pointless expenditure of energy, and you are aware of this. Yet, you continue to do so.
Moving through these tunnels is a pointless expenditure of energy. You cannot find anything, and every step is incorrect.
You feel nothing but SCORN for the infectious disease burrowed in flesh that brought this upon you. Your only solace is your belief that this being will be reared in a place without mortal corruption. Perhaps it will grow to be in your image, and together you may bring ruin to the mortals. If, you may leave this plane.
Humans have been here.
You feel a worm in the back of your mind, burrowing through the fog and eyes that coat it. It whispers the truth to you; that you will never truly be free of their grasp. Eventually, they will spread to here. This hideous, twisted sense called "Life" is disturbingly persistent. it will survive, even in the harshest of circumstances.This is your bane, your curse, but also your blessing. You know that they will arrive. You hope that some day you will exact vengeance upon them.
You are hopelessly lost. You will never escape.
Your breath seizes in your throat, the creature's movements grow more frequent. Pale liquid oozes from you. It is coming.
You tunnel through the earth, and find some remnants of a civilization that peaked before the existence of war. You lie here.
Moving through these tunnels is a pointless expenditure of energy. You cannot find anything, and every step is incorrect.
You feel nothing but SCORN for the infectious disease burrowed in flesh that brought this upon you. Your only solace is your belief that this being will be reared in a place without mortal corruption. Perhaps it will grow to be in your image, and together you may bring ruin to the mortals. If, you may leave this plane.
Humans have been here.
You feel a worm in the back of your mind, burrowing through the fog and eyes that coat it. It whispers the truth to you; that you will never truly be free of their grasp. Eventually, they will spread to here. This hideous, twisted sense called "Life" is disturbingly persistent. it will survive, even in the harshest of circumstances.This is your bane, your curse, but also your blessing. You know that they will arrive. You hope that some day you will exact vengeance upon them.
You are hopelessly lost. You will never escape.
Your breath seizes in your throat, the creature's movements grow more frequent. Pale liquid oozes from you. It is coming.
You tunnel through the earth, and find some remnants of a civilization that peaked before the existence of war. You lie here.