On a sacred and red-tinged-sunlight-beaten cliffside overlooking the dense illumination and an endless sea
of sand circa the middle of that horrible decade of western decadence known as the ''80s,' a terrible seedling was planted.
In so many words.
From that day forward the seed grew in the most torrid of conditions... as simultaneously the desert plains
were awash with deep flooding and hell had cracked open, exposing crystalline stalagmites in which the wretched would perform
their unholy rituals upon and the "righteous" would be impaled.
It was made known that the coming of the ending was all too premature and that what had sprung forth at the
height of decadent delirium was nothing short of a creature in filth of the highest of orders.
Growing disproportionately into an almost tragic state, this beast can be found behind a myriad of beaming
pixels and loving radiation, in the curtains of darkened manors, and beneath the average basin. Simultaneously. Perpetually.
Crying eerily. Begging pitifully for candy-flavoured malnourishment. Hah.
This shall change...
"If you'll bare with me, you'll fear of me..." - Opeth- The Moor
Am I only amusing myself...?
