There are things beyond the veil of human understanding, strange, antediluvian monstrosities that stalk the shadows, preying on dark, lost minds, waiting at the rim of the Great Abyss to claim their own.
i tasted stars dissolved in brine, fizzy and distant and salt —my fingers prickled with pins and my skin was lashed with tongues of flame my eyes were topaz I could taste the night
Who knows what wonders, what horrors, may have transpired in the dim past, before our race stood erect? Who can guess at the mysteries of the future, when we and all our works are passed away and the sun itself grows old? The
