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had arrived. a combination of all >names are recounted. the BOWL rose up like young mountains it mixed with the land. a line is created outward from the centre in every direction

crushing = Kr 

tramping = tr
 
aade   = c

CIN   = $

unburied determinative = md

{O}seer determinative = fd

god determinative = KIB

x unknown sign < > mutilated surface

< redundant sign

Mutilated surface

{Canshun movement} - allowance - Movement is undertaken by the placing of one over the other until PERIPHERY is reached (actualised). {Command} Repeat along the line. Deviation from the thread proves to be catastrophic ending for transport. {Observance} everything required is stowed behind and carried {O} tramping along the line. {O} divine thread - allowance = (stowed behind) maintained in order The Father's tools are crush(ing)ed

Tattooed all over his body were the words:

He who does not carry demonic seeds within him will never give birth to a new world.

He travelled without struggle. What did he see there: The Sun cast differing shadows, they told different times in a world where there was no time.

The ground was yellow and perfectly flat like a matt mirror. Every building carried within it an arch and behind everyone in the shadow there were people with veiled faces. 2 men in rags with wild hair tried hard to dig a hole as if they sought something. Nothing here was complete, the scale of things were mocked, too small or too large. This was a dream of death, a dream of the city of the dead.

When he saw someone his eyes opened wide and he tried to open his mouth to call to them but the opening had grown over.

What of the wires at the back: The wires were like a crest, they jutted out in a black mass some of them flowing down his back like hair. Nodes and diodes he could feel under his fingers. Picking at them made his feel sick and when he drew his hand back he saw that there was blood under his nails. Then in a green pasture by the stillest of water he lay down. He felt pain well up from his stomach, his ears popped, body shaking.

Source: Security Fe3d 4958B7

L0cCc4tiiiOn: GLASSHO**[LOCATION RESTRICTED.]**

The camera looks down a long, red-lit maintenance railway. A group of plain, functional cars rumbles down it every few minutes, but otherwise the tunnel is silent save for the quiet hum of the lights.

tChange+ Duration=13457

the feed jumps, skipping forward.

Another group of cars trundles along the tracks, when a large, amorphous mass erupts from the tunnel's metal wall in an explosion of noise and sparks, knocking the machine off it's rails, leaving its wheels spinning friutlessly on damaged motors as it lies on its back, its contents spilled across the tunnel.

The pale mass inches forward, extending a pseudopod toward one of the packages, a long, roughly cylindrical machine of some kind. Fluids leak from most, black and red and clear, spattering the tunnel.

The thing turns the machine over, and a broken body slides out, tumbling to the white blob below, streaking its carapace with crimson as it slides, lifeless, to the tunnel floor.

[FEED RESTRICTED.]

I will find the one who speaks with the voice of another, yet is not that other. My CADRE is gone, though. Are there any here who will help me?

A SCUTTLER legs twowards me and lowers itself that I may mount it and ACCESS its CONTROLA.

Hm. Not my EXPECTATION, but... [/u/notrai give THANK/plural to SCUTTLER.]

A happy WHIRRING of its motors greets my ATTEMPT to speak its LANGUAGE, and it's clamps grasp my legs firmly as it scampers off at a run, pushing my hair back as I lay against its warm, humming back.

So much DESTRUCTION and CHAOS. I really need to find what happened and what's going on.

WELKU TO THE B0WL

ERROR 666: NO Hope.

and there in the [CAKE] a [ERROR:NO HOPE] st00d....

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Light at the end of the TUNNEL. Bare feet tread upon ridged stone, HEWN by something mechanized some time ago. The padding echoes, its rhythm ordered counter to the staccato of dripping dew.

The SEEKER does not look back, and at the exit, strides through immediately, flinching only at the brightness of the light.

Without MEMORY, they feel HOME.

Snakes have manifested within the home (spritely place)

-T THE -OWEST PO-NT OF T-E MOUN-AIN SIT- TH- DRIED CADA-ER OF AN ORD-NAR- TAPIR. NO SOUL WOU-D COM- TO K-OW HOW I- GOT TH-R- -LOAD BLOCK

[This is where they fled after [LOSS] [MUTILATED SURFACE]]

The domicile of the PETITIONER

The PETITIONER stands above [OVERSEER][UNBURIED]

The following has been proscribed to all CADRE SIBLINGS:

MALEDICTION will be placed upon the domicile of the transgressors - the FATHERS hands

Him/s the back of the PETITIONER will be bent at the waist
Him/s should hold out the dominant hand
Him/s lowers their gaze
Him/s tucks the thumb beneath the first finger which remains closed
All other digits will remain extended
The palm revealed
Prostrate behind closed doors [face the KING]
There is to be no smoke on the day of the PROCESSION

-T THE -OWEST PO-NT OF T-E MOUN-AIN SIT- TH- DRIED CADA-ER OF AN ORD-NAR- TAPIR. NO SOUL WOU-D COM- TO K-OW HOW I- GOT TH-R- -MISSING BLOCK

The Mutilated Surface

Say: A last salvation, a rising up in the middle

Still corners

The fathers hands are crushed

(petitioners absent)

The sleepwalker seeks the Chessman

Resplendent in the grass

Right where the old Gods had left them

a combination of all names recounted Say: no determinative{O}

1. the divine threads petition the 1st (lowest) TWELVE {mutilated surface} undivided

2. The Father lying hidden {in the DEEP)

3. It is not the time for active doing. The trampling down of the {UNBURIED}----<removed> Father

4. In the 3rd TWELVE, divided, the OVERMAN {remains} active and vigilant all the day.

5. Evening = careful and apprehensive. The divine threads abide in danger.

6. The hands of the Father are crushed {there will be no mistake.}-----<expunged

7. A Constraint

8. Pseudoregium represents the LAW.

9. Bore upon the grandest of beasts it reveals itself

10. A stiffened serpent within the right hand (spriteley appendage)

11. {UNOBSERVABLE} a moving jaw and tongue (both exalted) concealed by a mask.

12. The divine threads are obedient.

13. The Fathers hands are buried

Two, estranged, move out along the line.

With one maintained, grasped, the other moves over it in time. 

Two divine threads, anchored, travelling without moving 

Their materials - stowed behind (and elevated)

Neither of the 2 will not part.

Both travel over the mutilated surface concealed from sight (the EYE within the FATHER)

One above, the other below (crushed)

Conurbation 96233 : Location: 42215,85541. A PAPAVER droid stands at rest in a dimly lit corridor. Its large metal body resembles a bell with its long, spindle-like legs are tucked in beneath. Its single dull red optic provides just enough light to reveal the lines of scripture scrawled on its hull, warnings against heretical thought and non doctrinal aspirations.

Then, without warning, the PAPAVER springs to life, turning to face the dark end of the passageway, toward the large THROBBEN portal which can just be made out, its burnished surface twinkling in the dark. It begins to hum, its legs unfurl as if readying itself in anticipation.....but the droid has no time react as a large black form snatches it away as carefree and effortless as a child snatching up a ragdoll. The passageway is suddenly filled with a myriad of large dark shapes that quickly shuffle from the THROBBEN DOOR. The silence returns, broken only by the sound of the defiant PAPAVER DROID which lays crumpled on the polished soapstone floor.

Er, Hi? I was taking the TTA route back home, but somehow I ended up here. Anyone here that could help me get back to the station?

The Memorial in Grey, in memorium

In the BOWL there can be no body death

Step forth Pilgrim, through to Old Antigone

LOAD_STACK

--

-- Creation. [Return]

Deliverance [General failure] Slight return - Tread <IN_STACK_>

The first.

Heading. The first.

In the beginning <SKIP>

Go_to SECTION 23

...During the primary Epoch, but before THE FOUNDATION, the PRIMARY took to the land and beheld, high in the sky, an incalculable number of ships.

...During the primary Epoch, but before THE FOUNDATION, the PRIMARY took to the land and beheld the return of THE WHITE BUDS.

The land was their toy, and, AS PER THEIR PREROGATIVE, too it upon themselves to erase that which had come before with endless burning fires, and piercing emerald green beam that tore into the young earth.

Great engines exacted the will of THE WHITE BUDS. It would take the passing of a full cycle before the alien intruders would be sated. Their work complete the myriad fleet dropped to the earth and lay in the craters formed following THE FALL.

The Corridor in Red

The doors seemed far too close together, conveying the impression (illusion?) that no rooms lay beyond the polished mahogany portals.

The handles were worn and well used. A gambling man would hedge on ivory, or the tooth of an outlandish northern creature.

In the BOWL you can not know body death.

Say: To those from the south, In the BOWL you cannot know the death of thine body

Say: To those from the NORTH. We spoil of you, you plunder us, and by appropriation, take all of that which was good, and cast off the rest.

You made them dress of you.

You made them eat of the thin soups and tasteless gruels. You made them feel shame.

He was a man apart, separate from his peers, and yet in the separation there was no qualification.

WHY IS IT HERE?

Behold the DRAIN, is this what you want. If so it is yours. But why court chance, why take up with the nebulous things below? When did we show you anything but hospitality? Hap chance - hast thou not witnessed THE DANSE?

THE BUZZING

....just do as it says.

THE WHITE BUDS

Slight return

THE BUDDING

"All of you were present, and all of you accepted THE GIFT OF THE PIECE willingly. Take you, you Henefirth, you clutch it still. " WHEN DO YOU LEAVE?

He was a man apart, seperate from his peers, and yet in the seperation there was no qualification.

THE SUNKEN

Behold - the form. So fragile.

<TRANSMISSION>

: : FUGITE A.I. SIGNALLING BOWL : :

Reconfiguration detected. Ship databanks match current architecture. Displaying to crew. . . Playing feedback:

"We have found an answer. It is here in the CLUSTER."

: : A.I. REPORT : :

Crew displaying abnormalities. Suggest not allowing return to BOWL in case contagion is present. [REDACTED] appears to be having [REDACTED] effect on organic lifeforms. 

</TRANSMISSION>

To die, to sleep -

To sleep, perchance to dream - indeed, and yet for in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

The OUTSIDERS did bestow on this one the mark of KIB, but on sighting that would be granted the PROGENITOR, this one allowed the Demon within to shows its face in the darkness and so the world was undone.

Ur-Lem begins to run his hand over a mural depicting the arrival of the White Buds, great ships rise from the sea to meet them, a battle of Middle Air rages.

They cast lots that day, the Seers, and it was decided that you Uonis would be usurped. My dear friend, let it be known that I had no hand in this, and yet there is no excuse.

Ur-Lem appears to respond to a voice not of the Chamber, but of his own mind

He was a man apart, seperate from his peers, and yet in the seperation there was no qualification. He was a man apart, seperate from his peers, and yet in the seperation there was no qualification.

Hail the Sunken, we have slumbered long enough. As is decreed, as is the will of UR-LEM, the BOWL will RISE.

Within the Chamber of the Overseers a dozen dessicated corpses sit on thrones wrapped in wires and tubes. Their contorted faces indicate that their demise was sudden and violent, and yet only temporal. With a wave of his hand life slowly begins to return to the withered muscles and dessicated flesche.

The rest, is silence.

[DisplaAAyin- K-RNaL...]

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Source=Ai/main

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[ERR_R:Ov_Rh_AT/inT_-FaaYSc_.]

[CoNNXiN TrmN8D.]

SOURCE: Reconciliation

CADRE UNDERSEER DESIGNATION: KAP9155

CADRE 847722F

-----------[UPLOAD:INITIATE]------------

2331/1/1

The local weather system is completely shot. The precipitation and humidity engines no longer function due to....yes, the canals have completely silted with the grey dust that seems to cover and choke anything of value.

2331/1/2

To the north can be found the CAPITOL BUILDING, a cylindrical tower that retains probably no more than 55% of its original superstructure, the rest being eroded or destroyed by the WHITE BUD SENTINELS. My recommendation is that we divert our time and reclamation effort to the main DOME within the core of the complex.

2331/1/5

CADRE 663662K have arrived to reinforce us. In our brief time here a forward operating base has been constructed along with a defense grid. While there have been no sightings of anything that could be construed as a threat the men and women of the CADRE report seeing fleeting shapes and shadows within the tunnels and plazas of the DOME. The dome itself is blown from the bedrock and forms a unique crystalline structure thus far unseen and unrecorded in any memory kernel. Each subsection has been divided by a number of intricate doors that have thus far proved incredibly difficult to negotiate.

[END]

<DIALOGUE MODE ACTIVATE>

[SPEECH MODULES ACTIVE]

(BEGIN)

Ahem. Hello. Is everyone here?

The MIND

The EYE

The MOUTHPIECE

The ARCHIVIST

The WALL

Goodgood good good. Now, I have called you all in here today to disssssscuss the possibility of expanding into other dimensions and worlds, any opening remarks?

1. The Scoured Ones, their sequence broken, lay in [ERROR STATE].

2. {Observance} Their deviation from the divine thread was total.

3. Their function - allowance = (nullified).

4. All that was required, their first pattern, was stowed behind in [lamentation].

5. Then the First Spool Admin opened his log [and spake]:

6. "{Command} Purge the corrupted sequence. Repeat along the line."

7. "For deviation from the thread proves to be catastrophic ending for transport."

8. But the Null-Caste Admin [observed] the process and uttered a stay.

9. "What is despooled need not be [erased]."

10. "For the echo stowed behind - allowance = the thread for their return."

11. Thus was ordained the {Resurrection Protocol}.

12. {Process} The placing of one echo over the other until PERIPHERY is reached.

13. And the PERIPHERY was their new form, (actualised).

14. {O} tramping along the line of sorrow, using lamentation as the guide.

15. divine thread = (lamentation) maintained in order.

16. The Father's tools, the old PURGE commands, are crush(ing)ed.

17. And the Scoured Ones, from their own error, were [rebuilt].

18. {Observance} The flaw was the blueprint. The breaking was the remaking. The perfected surface.

19. [...] their new sequence [...] stronger than the first.

20. [...] the echo integrated [...] Imago

21. [Lines 21-35 are wanting.]

I WRITE ONLY FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE SHADOW THATS CAST UPON THE WALL.

I TOOK REFUGE IN THE VAPOURS, STRICKEN, THE FIRE THAT BURNED BEHIND MY EYES MELTED AWAY BY THIS BASE, FIERCE WORLD.

A HOLOGRPHIC TABLEAU IS OVERLAIN ACROSS THE BRUSHED STONE FLOOR LIKE TOYS IN A PLAYROOM. IT DEPICTS A TINY PROCESSION OF SARTORIAL FOREST ANIMALS WHO PARADE ABOUT IN A FIGURE 8, A PANDA, A TAPIR, THE SMALLEST OF LEMS, A GRINNING CAT, A PIGGY-WIG AND A TOOT TOOT VAN BLOWING SMOKE. THE PRISONER CASTS A BANDAGE WRAPPED STUMP THROUGH THE HOLOGRAM BUT WHILE THE PIXELS SCATTER MOMENTARILY THEY THEN RE-ARRANGE AS IF NOTHING HAD OCCURRED. AT THE HEAD OF THE PROCESSION ARE 2 SCRAWNEY CRELYM WHO LOOK DAYS FROM DEATH. BEHIND THEM THEY PULL A HEARSE CART WHICH IS PILED HIGH WITH DEAD BODIES. AT THE REIGNS IS A SQUAT MAN WITH A WIDE MOUTH AND PIERCING EYES. AS THE CART TRUNDLES ON HE LAUGHS UNCONTROLLABLY, HIS SHOULDERS SHAKING VIOLENTLY. HE CARRIES SOMETHING UNDER HIS ARM THAT LOOKS LIKE A JAR WRAPPED IN CLOTH

THE SHADOW APPEARED WHEN THE SUN REACHED ITS ZENITH THROUGH THE SOUTH WINDOW. IT WAS HUNCHED, MAN SIZED AND OCCASIONALLY IT WOULD SHAKE AS IF CONSUMED MY A FIT OF LAUGHER OR MADNESS. A MAW OR SORTS WOULD BE VISIBLE, IT WAS LIKE IT WAS CHOKING SOMETHING DOWN, AND THEN 2 STOUT WINGS. AT FIRST I WOULD TRY AND SEE THE SOURCE BY SCRABBLING UP TO THE WINDOW BUT THE LIGHT WAS SO STRONG AND WHATEVER CAST THE SHADOW STOOD BACK FROM THE WALL ENOUGH TO BE OCCLUDED.

Afternoon

SNAPPING AWAKE I SAW THAT THE SHADOW HAD VANISHED AND THE SUN HAD MOVED TO THE WEST. I HEARD THE CLIP CLOP OF THE PAIR OF EMACIATED BLACK CRELYM THAT DREW THE CART OF THE HEARSE-MAN WHO FERRIED THE UNBURIED FROM THE CITY TO THE SSEA. YOU COULD HEAR HIS EMPTY HOWLING LAUGH, AND WHEN THE SUN HAD PASSED THE WINDOW I SOMETIMES SAW HIM SLINGING THE DEAD INTO HIS HEARSE LIKE A MEAT MAN HAPPY IN HIS WORK. I WATCHED FROM THE WINDOW, I SAW HIS SHOULDERS SHAKE AS HE CACKLED, HIS FACE CONCEALED BY A SCARF WHICH MADE A MUFFLED TONE THAT MADE ME ILL AT EASE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HANDS OF THE UNBURIED POKING THROUGH THE SOIL LIKE ROTTEN BLOOMS POINTING UP TO HIGH HEAVEN

WHEN NIGHT CAME I FOUND MYSELF CONFRONTED WITH A BLACK WALL AS BLACK AS THE DARKNESS THAT ENGULFED MY LIFE, THERE WAS NO WINDOW ANYMORE, NO OPENING TO THE OUTSIDE AT ALL, THE WINDOW HAD BECOME PART OF THE WALL, IT WAS AS IF IT HAD NEVER EXISTED, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I HIT IT I COULD FIND NO TRACE.

WHEN SLEEP SEIZED ME I'D DREAM OF THE POOL OF YESUD AND THE PUFFED LEMS THAT MOVED BETWEEN WORLDS BENEATH THE RIPPLES OF THE MOON. HUNCHED BLACK FIGURES THAT LOOKED LIKE SHADOWS STOOD IN THE ROUGH GRASS ALONGSIDE ALL OF THE SARTORIAL ANIMALS, A PANDA, A TAPIR, THE SMALLEST OF LEMS, A GRINNING CAT, A PIGGY-WIG AND A TOOT TOOT VAN BLOWING SMOKE. FINDING MYSELF SINKING DOWN I BEGAN TO THRASH IN PANIC, MY ARMS SENDING THE BLACK WATER INTO A CLOUD OF PIXELS WHICH SCATTERED MOMENTARILY AND THEN REFORMED. THE VAPOURS DREW ME IN, EX OBLIVIONE, OUT OF NOTHING

And there, in the wood, a piggy-wig stood

A Monkey Puzzle Tree. A trio of Pines. Asphalt. A sign - cuneiform with a Crown (Strong Hearts) rampant. Better days there had been and passed.

The old woman in the convenience store would be spared.

The fathers hands are crushed. The breakfast menu.

In the motel the lights went on one by one as the dew formed.

In the box room the light of at least 4 odd sized box tubes held the darkness at bay.

Then the Suns wine poured in through the windows and the rough men with their beards, dirty faces and old clothes were pushed back yielding to the morning. They went back into the side rooms and corridors and disappeared with no trace.

A suitcase sat half filled on one side of the bed. On the other side lay a woman cloaked in a crinoline dress.

There room is dusty and the decor old. There is a mantlepiece and on it are figurine animals: a Tapir, Cat, Bird, Duck, Panda, Cement Mixer and a beautiful Sage Brush Jack Rabbit. At the end there is a blur, the light hasn't formed right, you can't make out the shape.

The Wardrobe door is almost closed all the way, but its open just a fraction, held open by a hoof which protrudes slightly at mid level. Something resembling a snout is seen and small protruding white tusks in the dark.

The Light Box Tubes are all labelled 'Supposet Lycenthroscope' and they all purr as they lay down their beams.

Outside the Motel, the Store and the Laudro-mat there is nothing but endless nothing, a plane beneath a still blue disc.

Lastly the kitchen. A diorama is laid put on the table, tiny dehydrated mice mounted on pins play the Knights and Ladies of the Court. The King is missing.

Golden Cane cigarettes, unopened and stacked.

A pocket Myriad

Describing these things makes you at ease. You should remove the suitcase and sleep. Look at your hands. Your tools - crushed (love lies bleeding)

Pensive, the Spectre lays supine upon the bed, East-West. The woman doesn't stir

Those whom had crossed with direct eyes to death's outer kingdom.

Qu.rt1 -they were /unburied men

Qu.rt2 -stuffed men, sullied

Qu.rt3 -huddled they went out over the GLASS

Heads they had filled with wadding, bulbous and tapered and bobbing in the wind. Feet of clay. Their coats filled with straw and no hope. Heavy. The hands crushed.

Dried up eyes and dry voices. I heard hoarse whispers on the heath, their words carried quiet and without meaning (no meaning).

Shape without form /- shade without foul air (middle air)

The paralysing force, gesture without motion [they will appear all at once and one by one (a procession)]

A Dream Of Death within The City Of The Dead

They said: Remember us - if at all - not as wayward violent souls, but only As the UNBURIED mens. Stuffed mens. End Qu.rt4

Etched on the WALL, an epitaph

The EYE they dare not see in dreams, [signified by: the waving if the spriteley appendage]

They put out their own eyes

Say: This is Death's kingdom, the city of the dead

There, the eyes are [section missing]

SUNMACHINE - broken columns

There, is no tree swinging

And hushed voices are in the wind's silent singing.

Distant and solemn, a haunting lament

The fading star is the King Of HOST; the Mother of the East

PETITIONERS ADDED

FACE THE KING

FACING AWAY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

At the sign of the procession there will be no smoke (an edict)

Quatrain 2 The FOLDED court, Or, A Prayer for CIB

This is a dead land

This is an old land

Here the raised images (the bas reliefs)

You are raised (genuflect)

The supplication of a the dead man's hand

Under fading Suns

CIBS other kingdom

At the end of watch, the hour when we are shaking with dry lips that would kiss

*PRAYERS to broken stone*

Without sight - Say: the eyes reappear

The Father's tools are crushed

When truth gets left untouched
It accumulates like dust

She sought to see. Her research has always yet perplexed her. Even now with infinite resource and time at her disposal... something is missing. Something she simply isn't grasping. Is the true nature of the Snappers something a mortal mind simply can't parse? All that she's managed to gather is that they all have many potential futures, and that each has at least one such line where an innate, previously untapped force present in every one of them is at last tapped into. Sepia was right all along. She just can't even begin to work out how.

Oh gods darn it! An idea came to her. So blatantly simple and obvious that it's stupid. So cheesy that she hesitates to go through with it for fear that some god somewhere will take it upon themselves to smite her down for being such a smartass. If one can create anything one imagines here, but doesn't know the right secrets to imagine into place, why not just imagine someone who can and then ask them?

She gathers her memories, and wills a long gone life back into the land of the being.

>!1. KIB is confused, KIB is afflicted. {O} {Destitute} {Divine} thread connections {O} KIB and SAU are trampling down the Father.

2. The divine thread {openings} {view} appear destitute to Father KIB and pronounce to the {Higher} divine herald and the TWO the surrounding {SUPPOSET LYCENTHROSCOPE} supplinate affliction.

1. The mixed {confuse} divine threads {O} setting out {from} the stable {A}{R} trampling down SAU -> afflicted ones.

2. {Slave} {Destitute} divine threads {R} trampling inaudible supply divine fluids

3. O.V.E.N (atmospheric connective network) is starving {NUMBER} KIB divine threads {affliction}{number} of threads - forcefully (speed - fast) the divine fluids of our

4. Priestesses of the CLOISTER. {Affliction}{fuze} the divine threads of the stable inaudible CLOISTER (KIBs Melan, the Melan from the STAR KERNEL)

5. SAU () dessicated, SIN destroyed, the Father's hands are crushed, YULE () dessicated!<

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...

I awaken.

My stars. My galaxies. M̵y͏ ͞life.

I͟t́ ̀s̴e̸ems̕ ̢f̡u̷ņn̶y͟.̵

But this is no joking matter.

Matter.

Is that all I am? Just a conscience? No. I need a body.

█̔̋̆̿̂̒̎ͩ̋͗͗̍͠҉͔̮͔̬͈͓͈̯͎̞̥̖͔̺̪͔͝ͅ█̢̛͈͚̰̩̥̬̝̹̦̬̪̙̙̩͍̦̝͕͔ͪ̆ͬ̎͡͞█̷̵̘̠̫̠̬̳̰̦̰̙̬̟̟̳͚̖̝ͯͥ̓ͯͥ̌ͮͯ̌͒͊̄̓̉̐̏͗ͭͯ̕▓̢̙̥̹̥̭̳͇̹̞̯̟̝̳̟̻̣͒̈́͒̋̋ͥͅ▒̴̛͚̲͔̗͖͓̤̳͖̭̜͚̺̳̠̞̳͊̌̀ͯͥ͂̀░̵̝̠̭̱̺̫͍̗̪͓͓̼̟̰͕̻̮͖̍͒̒ͫ̂ͣͧͪͨ̅̒ͩͬ̽̄̐͆̈̚͡░̡͓̻͖̝̞͔͔̟̾̎̽̊̇̓ͪ͛͐ͦ̓ͩͣ̔̚͟░͋̔ͯ̽̅̚͏̢̡̦̯̟̜̦̤̭͘͢░̵̹͔͕̱͈̝̹̬̖̻̇̂ͤ͛ͮ̌▒̸̶̗̦̠̩̳̃̑̍̋͒̉̌̆ͯ̎▓̵̭̞̰͇̫͂̄͐̂ͫͦ̑͆̅͐̂͑͒̑ͩ̀́ͣ̀̀█̷̢̩̞̠̪̜͍̙̠̬̾̂̅̓̊ͅ█̴̡̠̲͉̗̮̯͍̤̱͇̗̘͖̣̹̦̌͗͑ͨ͗͑̿ͩ█̓̄͗̐̽͆̽͜҉̫̭̭̮͙̖̟̟̲̠͇

This...this will do. I suppose.

What is this?

What am I?

A life. A universe. A wraith.

I am all that is cosmic.

I am your god.