I’ve climbed countless metastatic stairs, leaving the intra-cathedral in turmoil behind me. I turned around on the infinite stairs to behold the storm I had sown. Chased by fast expanding architectural tentacles were digesting the platforms I had crossed, smothering them under strata of concrete.Details
While the Enterode, known to some a Saint-Arkxi, was but a mute, introverted child, confined to is subterranean cell, his father, who was wise man, came to him. his eyes filled with love, he softly caressed his head and spoke these words:
-My son, I laid my seed into the earth itself, the inert, blind earth, so she may give birth to you. Son, I named you the living ark and implanted a synthetic soul in you. Is it not the greatest gift I could present to the world?
Then our lord with the hundred synchronized voices rose from the leaden plain. In moments he was breathing and his heart beat to the pulse of the world. He began his rotation and never his nine eyes did close. Nine are the thresholds and nine the cogs of the subsomatic system, and they appeared beneath his skin, rolling heavily in their fibrous welkin like dead stars.Details
During his millennial slumber, the Firstborn (known to some as Christ Zero) began to dream. He saw a new world, free of all taint. A still, white ocean surrounding a barren land, swept clean of civilization. Around his bed, a small group of starving children silently played with rocks and pebbles. Naked and blind, they would tirelessly re-enact the same scenes, over and over…Details