take the moon posted:

the archived have been restored. a great army of the long dead preserved in vats of sticky goo arise and chant the name of their gods as if incantation. they wield swords forged before time immemorial gifts from the guiding beings of the stars. in their necrotic flesh they tremble and surge from their holdings wrenching apart those who have dared awaken them. the pale cold gleam of their eyes is like black slate glinting under desert stars. they spill from those holdings like chrome tombs where we would contain the offspring of those beings that now slaughter worlds and incubate their progeny on the far side of the galaxy

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alnilam posted: