![]() On the night that my father expired, the swelling of blood to his brain caused, what I had first believed to be delusions, visions of great cosmic and aetherial horrors. As it turned out, that divine interaction would simply be the contact of my mother’s tainted blood. It was my father who found her, falling to her body in a futile struggle that some divine interaction would bring them back together. My mother was the first to go, she had sliced her wrists in a fit of hysterical madness while my sister and I were away at school. To my kin, the true fever and pain of the Plague would be their end. It was only the insanity and fear of the cosmos that came with it that ailed me, and that insanity ails me to this very day. I was to be considered lucky, as the great Plague of Bloodletting did not bring about my end. I was but only a young man when I was first stricken with the devilish fever that had previously claimed my family. To witness their power is to witness the power of the cosmos. To describe their figure is to describe the universe. To gaze upon their eyes is to gaze upon the eyes of infinity. Beings that shape and warp the fabric of space, and distort the reality in which we live. ![]() Far beyond the reaches of our Earth, amongst the eternal aether of the cosmos, lasts beings of true power and magnitude who lay beyond the comprehension of our minds.
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