Sunset! :D
Their voices ring out, a spiraling descent of Sumerian, calling, reaching out into the darkness and demanding, insisting that they be heard. Marduk, they summon, Marduk that saved the Elder Gods, Marduk of fifty names and fifty faces.
Barashakusu, summoned when cold despair has settled in the soul. Luggaldimerankia, who makes hidden answers plain. Namtillaku, whose sigil Lydia wears, with the power to raise the dead and pull secrets from their mouths. Zahgurim, the slow and painful death.
The very air takes on weight as the universe turns to listen.
Why do I love it? Because it’s strange and dark and I did an absurd amount of research for these two paragraphs, on a rooftop in the middle of summer.












