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I'm looking for somebody-something. I don't remember what, but my body does. Fingers hooked in my hair in my brain in my source code. Right where they planted themselves decades before I was born.
You're waiting, precious thing. Undead and undying thing. Thing I'd call God if I didn't get the feeling you'd have hated that.
The facility I look through is a sad and monstrous thing. Sepalcure, temple, great vascular system, and mining colony that probably doesn't deserve any of this. Victims turned monsters hook broken nails into my soft places and scream and scream till I can shoot them. They are to be hollowed out with fire.
Your hallways, your precious septic veins under my hobnailed feet. They call and have called and will always call me. It's inevitable that I come here.
I couldn't escape the streets of Carcosa, even if I wanted to.
I'll find you, Ariane, the truth of you. as many times as it takes.
Sir_margot Sun 08 Dec 2024 05:22AM UTC
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