volume.2.two

chapter.four: time_skippers

In the end what is left is a husk of the g o d that once tred these lands

chapter.five: a_someone's_speciality

chapter.six: aesthetics_of_an_anomalie

"oh little old fatel, did you have a nightmare...?" a — something speaks
it's scales vibrate to the passing flow of air 'no, big brother, no.'
"no, no, no." the string snap before the sound com- snap

"the
nightmare
had
me"

echoes go through and between space and the vaccum internal.
it's dreams have dysmorphed, turned into the worst forms of itself.
moving like a animal chained to a leash that is held by its own body.
"for too long to count have I been constructed to the confines of... myself."
then—black, as the light that wasn't there disappears.

"aaghh!" 'what, where, when, how?? why am I tied up?!'
"I said wh-" vessel restrained to his freedom of speech.

but that's for later—

'clink, clank, beep-boop' "ohhh, this one's gonna be good"
creator aclaims while he works on a creation