Five years ago the sound of someone knocking from inside your closet would have frightened you. Five years ago you would have screamed and fled from the roaming stacks of limbs that never stopped begging for death. Five years ago you would have kept your night terrors to yourself, not wanting to burden anyone else with your visions of an incoming apocalypse.
Five years is a long time for a world on the brink of collapse.
Now you know not to answer the knocking, it'll only be the Children of The Midnight Lanterns asking if you want to join their unsuffering ranks in the void between dimensions. Tempting as it may be to abandon your humanity, not even that can save you, at least according to your nightly scream-inducing Visions of What Is To Be.
Now you know not to try placating the roaming stacks of limbs, they don't actually want death, they aren't able to feel pain any more. Mostly they just want you to stop and listen to their spiel on why you joining them is the only way for them to feel at peace. You don't do that any more either but there's always some poor bastard who will and thus they continue to grow.
Now you know your night terrors are the only thing you should really listen to in order to survive until the very end (and whatever is giving you these visions really wants you to survive). Something even bigger than the original catastrophic event is coming and with it, a change so great you can't fully comprehend what you see every night.
There are just some things you can only react to by screeching to the ever-listening night.
Five years is a long time for a world on the brink of collapse.
Now you know not to answer the knocking, it'll only be the Children of The Midnight Lanterns asking if you want to join their unsuffering ranks in the void between dimensions. Tempting as it may be to abandon your humanity, not even that can save you, at least according to your nightly scream-inducing Visions of What Is To Be.
Now you know not to try placating the roaming stacks of limbs, they don't actually want death, they aren't able to feel pain any more. Mostly they just want you to stop and listen to their spiel on why you joining them is the only way for them to feel at peace. You don't do that any more either but there's always some poor bastard who will and thus they continue to grow.
Now you know your night terrors are the only thing you should really listen to in order to survive until the very end (and whatever is giving you these visions really wants you to survive). Something even bigger than the original catastrophic event is coming and with it, a change so great you can't fully comprehend what you see every night.
There are just some things you can only react to by screeching to the ever-listening night.
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