‘ ?? gate?? YOU ARE AT THE ENTR?ANCE. ’ its voice is booming, filled with the buzzing of flies and squishing of larvae. it stands hunched, skin the palest of pigments, echoing the pale horse. it is but a boy, a boy gone too far. it blinks ( once--twice--three times rapidly ) and the buzzing ceases. it is nowhere and everywhere, no-one ( and yet all of us ). now, its voice is meek. ‘ hello. it has been a while since i have encountered someone who exudes radiance such as yourself. ’
@psioru the existence of flesh is only a painted on memory












