[METASTATIC AWARENESS]

What we are: we are the distant descendants of the First Born, the countless cells born of its subdivision. Our voices are the echoes of its own voice, sounding down the ages. Our souls are like unto its soul and our flesh was made from its ashes…

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[ESCAPE]

I’ve climbed countless metastatic stairs, leaving my cell in turmoil behind me. I turned around on the infinite stairs to behold the storm I had sown. Fast expanding architectural tentacles were digesting the platforms I had crossed, smothering them under strata of concrete…

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[FRAGMENT004]

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.

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[SLEEPLESS TALE]

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…

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[THE LEADEN PLAIN]

[Sleeper STH401772
Sensor 058: constant – stable. Sensor 060: constant – stable
Continuous cycle – uninterrupted stasis.]

An unchanging plain of lead, as far as the eye can see. Heavy, black plates stretching out in all directions…

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[ONEIROS]

During his millennial slumber, the Firstborn 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…

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