Spindles of tissue erupt from the prime, the living vines an abstraction of carbon-based life
Twisting and slithering in hypnotic geometry, it becomes undefinable—so deeply altered and infinitely shifting
Bone liquefies, liquid hardens to brittle plaque, plaque shatters to dust in an instant
Prismatically consuming itself to grow further
The horror bubbles and boils, breathing only to mimic the life that needs to
For its teeth exist in the image of its prey
Bone liquefies, liquid hardens to brittle plaque, plaque shatters to dust in an instant
Spires of bone divide and grow, the marrow crawls like fingers over the structures in a frothing sludge
Its indifference is palpable, for its future is already prophesied
Completing a purpose so removed from human perception
To form again the nature of reality
He bathes in the cold water yet it recoils upon contact, the waves betray him
The soft currents no longer lap upon his skin—they see his wicked intent as inherited the spite and guilt of his mimics
A seed planted in the clouds grows virulent
Shedding its curse into the surrounding elements
Spires of bone divide and grow, the marrow crawls like fingers over the structures in a frothing sludge
A seed planted in the clouds grows virulent
Shedding its curse into the surrounding elements
They stretch their fingers yet unburdened by rage and agony
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Artificial Brain took a while for me to appreciate. After, I enjoy listening to them.
They remind me of an alternate version of Wormed's old Planisphaerum era. Sid