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Ravens and crows are eating the remains of a horse whose rider hangs from a nearby tree.
Beneath the swamp lies an ancient temple.
Within that temple, hooded figures begin to appear.
They stand in a circle.
One of them walks toward the Altar.
The man has inhumanly pale skin. On his right cheek, red hearts are sewn; on his left, black spades. His eyes resemble those of a moth. His hair is green like mold.
The man says:
"Prepare the ceremony."
The hooded men take a font full of blood. They draw a symbol no human has ever seen or can understand.
Then, the man speaks again:
"Bring the offering."
A hooded man drags forward a pregnant woman.
They nail her to the ground at the center of the symbol — through her hands and legs.
The man retrieves a book from beneath the Altar — a book with a heavy, breathing mouth.
He opens it and reads aloud:
"In the name of our Lord whose name no language can pronounce, Ruler of Earth, King of the World, Chief of the Serfs, I command the forces beyond to bestow their infernal power upon us. Save us, Lord, from the treacherous and the violent. Oh Master, Spirit of the Earth, God of Liberty, open wide the gates of mind and come forth from the abyss by our call!"
The man and hooded men begin to chant:
"Please, hear our call!"
The man cries: "Please, our Master, hear our call! Please, take this offering as a sign of our submission and loyalty! Please, oh please, our Master from beyond... hear our call!"
Then, the scene shifts to a place beyond.
A place without sense or logic.
A place whose inhabitants defy every law of causality.
A place where time does not move and space does not exist.
A place where matter is meaningless.
A place where energy cannot exist.
We see a lone mouth singing in rhythm to dancing, disembodied eyes.
We observe a lone hand cutting another hand beneath it into pieces with a knife. The severed hand then reforms above the first, takes the knife, and repeats the process.
We watch a naked, green, screaming being skinning itself — its removed skin instantly returning to its body.
We notice a worm-like organism excreting part of itself, only for its tail to consume the excreted mass, repeating the cycle endlessly.
Finally, at the center sits a colossal being. It resembles a living fossil or statue, fused to a stone throne that is part of its body. Retractors force its mouth and eyes wide open.
Before it rests a giant orb containing an infinite symbol brimming with stars, galaxies, and universes.
Suddenly, one point within the orb begins to glow.
The being notices and slowly touches the point with one finger.
Back at the ceremony:
The woman starts screaming.
Burned letters in a language no human can pronounce appear across her skin.
A hooded man shouts: "Master, we have a connection!"
The man at the Altar orders: "Quick! Translate it!"
A hooded man grabs the book and a piece of paper, transcribing the symbols burning into the woman’s flesh.
Blood flows from the woman’s crotch. Her belly shrinks. Every fluid in her body drains from between her legs as burning letters consume her, turning her body into a crisp.
The hooded man reports: "Master... the woman and her baby are dead..."
The man at the Altar grips the stone, takes a deep breath, and asks:
"...What of our Master? What is His response?"
The hooded man answers: "I translated some of the letters... It seems our Master is willing to cooperate."
The man at the Altar sighs with relief.
"Good..."
He straightens up and declares:
"Good work, everyone! We shall rest now. Tomorrow, we continue."
@DarkStar @PersonalityChad @WorthlessSlavicShit
Ravens and crows are eating the remains of a horse whose rider hangs from a nearby tree.
Beneath the swamp lies an ancient temple.
Within that temple, hooded figures begin to appear.
They stand in a circle.
One of them walks toward the Altar.
The man has inhumanly pale skin. On his right cheek, red hearts are sewn; on his left, black spades. His eyes resemble those of a moth. His hair is green like mold.
The man says:
"Prepare the ceremony."
The hooded men take a font full of blood. They draw a symbol no human has ever seen or can understand.
Then, the man speaks again:
"Bring the offering."
A hooded man drags forward a pregnant woman.
They nail her to the ground at the center of the symbol — through her hands and legs.
The man retrieves a book from beneath the Altar — a book with a heavy, breathing mouth.
He opens it and reads aloud:
"In the name of our Lord whose name no language can pronounce, Ruler of Earth, King of the World, Chief of the Serfs, I command the forces beyond to bestow their infernal power upon us. Save us, Lord, from the treacherous and the violent. Oh Master, Spirit of the Earth, God of Liberty, open wide the gates of mind and come forth from the abyss by our call!"
The man and hooded men begin to chant:
"Please, hear our call!"
The man cries: "Please, our Master, hear our call! Please, take this offering as a sign of our submission and loyalty! Please, oh please, our Master from beyond... hear our call!"
Then, the scene shifts to a place beyond.
A place without sense or logic.
A place whose inhabitants defy every law of causality.
A place where time does not move and space does not exist.
A place where matter is meaningless.
A place where energy cannot exist.
We see a lone mouth singing in rhythm to dancing, disembodied eyes.
We observe a lone hand cutting another hand beneath it into pieces with a knife. The severed hand then reforms above the first, takes the knife, and repeats the process.
We watch a naked, green, screaming being skinning itself — its removed skin instantly returning to its body.
We notice a worm-like organism excreting part of itself, only for its tail to consume the excreted mass, repeating the cycle endlessly.
Finally, at the center sits a colossal being. It resembles a living fossil or statue, fused to a stone throne that is part of its body. Retractors force its mouth and eyes wide open.
Before it rests a giant orb containing an infinite symbol brimming with stars, galaxies, and universes.
Suddenly, one point within the orb begins to glow.
The being notices and slowly touches the point with one finger.
Back at the ceremony:
The woman starts screaming.
Burned letters in a language no human can pronounce appear across her skin.
A hooded man shouts: "Master, we have a connection!"
The man at the Altar orders: "Quick! Translate it!"
A hooded man grabs the book and a piece of paper, transcribing the symbols burning into the woman’s flesh.
Blood flows from the woman’s crotch. Her belly shrinks. Every fluid in her body drains from between her legs as burning letters consume her, turning her body into a crisp.
The hooded man reports: "Master... the woman and her baby are dead..."
The man at the Altar grips the stone, takes a deep breath, and asks:
"...What of our Master? What is His response?"
The hooded man answers: "I translated some of the letters... It seems our Master is willing to cooperate."
The man at the Altar sighs with relief.
"Good..."
He straightens up and declares:
"Good work, everyone! We shall rest now. Tomorrow, we continue."
@DarkStar @PersonalityChad @WorthlessSlavicShit
