440 Moon Way
∞
outer space
Dextrous. The blood swells from the ventricles to the processor ov the behemoth. Dark figure, draped in white, smeared in ash and blood. A mere shadow reflected upon your mortal iris. Demigod. Purveyor of the depths, bring forth the swell. The tide we seek shall be gained upon the exit of the mechanized giant set forth at the beginning time. Illuminating half steps to a dark step we are all in step with the giantess. She speaks callous deceit and venom encrypted by the beady strands of the moon. Lune. Lunar brink the half step of time jerked into enchanted trance, mechanical teeth chewing the innards of your universe. Your dot on the map. Oh, cartographer of the divine. What do you know?
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