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Eldricht and ancient, feared and worshipped once living totems return to life as they fade from reality leaving nothing but sticky old blood and the after image of screaming laughter, monstrous tendrils, and inhuman lovecraftian amour. |
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Wrapped around the throat of reality, choking perception in the cradle, when they leave they leave us sucking for air, all hope stillborn. |
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