…The sickness took my village out in waves. The first wave brought the meat bags, terrible little creatures that would lay the eggs of one’s own past self into their enigma. Any baby born would result in folding into itself and becoming one with the dust particles and native landscape. Many could not believe their eyes, for our gods have truly forsaken us at this time and believed to want to restart the universe. The second wave killed our crops and plantations by mass burnings from the solaria, a cosmic horse entity with a never-ending hunger...
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