"The slabs grew. Seven of them on the desert, white, six feet in height, cunningly hollowed out, where at the stone's orders, their horrid secrets began to pulsate. Complex readjustments were made in the biological system of the intelligences; from those changes came something that both was and was not like them. One within a slab, guarded from the landscape, those things grew." --Phase IV
"the surge"
dark as Vulcan's workshop
worrying bin hurdles
i walk among stingers
Conduits of the hum. (via @LadyLiminal1)
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