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Ziggurats, pyramids, and faceted domes of unpolished black stone rose toward the raging sun like a scar of pestilence. Great black gates swing slowly open, while a host of blinded and cloaked figures walked in solemn procession over the far lip of the plateau and stumbled one by one into the gaping maw of darkness, like rotted pilgrims entering the halls of salvation. Never-ending. Hot breezes bore the sounds from beyond distant dunes, something that sounded more like screams from perishing stars and suffocating suns.
Power was nothing but a gesture in the face of it as the chants of the soon to be dead sung with the dying stars, "Focarakk kraavark, ovodam! Oir ruirk uk mesrs roqa suma, omd sodam aeuir dordaks kaork, omd raks aeui rara, omd sra Sim es kremak ku craor!" ["Faceless sleepers, awaken! Our hours of night have gone, and taken your darkest fears, and left you here, and the Sun it shines so clear!"]
Melanoid was the ascending disc, looming over the charred onyx obelisks. Its shadowy mass reminiscent to obsidian wings creeping towards the pit of the dedicates, and the darkness that existed within its chasms, revealing with it, sentient tides of darkness. Itβs solar orb, swollen and bloated as if the suckled blood of sacrificial offertories were its hapless prey beneath the starless choking sky. Throngs of screaming multitudes scooped in vast clawed hands, deposited in the gaping maw of a vast, gargantuan mass.
Monolithic claws plucked each life, meager morsels given yet bore no true gratification, the primordial hunger would never know any definition of. Great, black, onyx-like eyes gazed over its dominion with an ephemeral gulf-spawned rapaciousness as they were devoured. Squatting corpulent over the nebulous veils of the galaxy, horrid tongue spilling hungrily from its vast maw and lifting the forms of god, kings and priests alike to its numberless maws.
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