Gœty Bellows
a sound of caves performing a giant mechanical purpose, filled with people being rhythmically drained by a repeating swell of incomprehensible psychic pressure, pressure generated by the caves, caves operated by unseen and unknown captors, captors cultivated by a consciousness more alien than can be measured in three dimensions (we) are bred for a high degree of emotional depth and sensitivity, as this produces a more succulent and healthful emanation for the horrors that feed from (us)











