This is it - the end of it all and the moment where you realise that everything was connected all along.
Every place described, every snarling creature, every person born and killed, every single thing occurred on the same wretched world. A world once full of thriving people, where monsters were just stories and badly edited photographs. Somewhere far away enough to be unbelievable yet too close for comfort.
Everything took a sharp turn for the worse when beings from beyond the stars, beyond our dimension, turned their eyes to the little planet and thought it would make a good nursery. They settled their infant abominations anywhere they could and watched them hatch and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting humans.
From the surface swarming with the restless dead, where our own mythology was turned against us, to the citadels we dug to escape, where we were found again, to the very stars themselves where we were followed still - nowhere was safe and nothing would be okay again.
Now the stories are coming to an end - all that's left of the world are monsters, spawn of the great stars. They'll be maturing soon, now that all the prey is gone and they've fed on everything humanity had to offer, leaving us dead or worse.
Now the end is here and we are not.
Every place described, every snarling creature, every person born and killed, every single thing occurred on the same wretched world. A world once full of thriving people, where monsters were just stories and badly edited photographs. Somewhere far away enough to be unbelievable yet too close for comfort.
Everything took a sharp turn for the worse when beings from beyond the stars, beyond our dimension, turned their eyes to the little planet and thought it would make a good nursery. They settled their infant abominations anywhere they could and watched them hatch and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting humans.
From the surface swarming with the restless dead, where our own mythology was turned against us, to the citadels we dug to escape, where we were found again, to the very stars themselves where we were followed still - nowhere was safe and nothing would be okay again.
Now the stories are coming to an end - all that's left of the world are monsters, spawn of the great stars. They'll be maturing soon, now that all the prey is gone and they've fed on everything humanity had to offer, leaving us dead or worse.
Now the end is here and we are not.
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