My own summons came through a book Lord Skorn wrote himself in the deserts of rust and wounds. Its name is the 'Book of the Dead', Aldmeretada aggregate, forefather to the wife of all enigma. Each word is razor-fed and secret, thinner than cataclysms, tarnished like red-drink. That I mention it at all is testament to your new rank, my child. Your name is now cut into its weight.
Palace, hut, or cave, you have left all the fog worlds of conception behind. Nu-mantia! Liberty! Rejoice in the promise of paradise!
Echo Shogun · Wed Feb 13, 2008 @ 01:44am · 0 Comments |