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My ears... they feel like they are slowly mutating, sometimes I wonder if ultrasonic parasites have begun growing in them as a result of the resonant experiments, or maybe the implanted augmentations are just acting up again. I think a new ear is starting to protrude from the back of my head, slightly above the neck - by my count this makes nine total. It's hard to hear any one thing when you "hear" everything. Slur of universe skewed across time chugging along and reverberating down the hollow tunnel of a black hole somewhere in the deep distance of dead-light. | My ears... they feel like they are slowly mutating, sometimes I wonder if ultrasonic parasites have begun growing in them as a result of the resonant experiments, or maybe the implanted augmentations are just acting up again. I think a new ear is starting to protrude from the back of my head, slightly above the neck - by my count this makes nine total. It's hard to hear any one thing when you "hear" everything. Slur of universe skewed across time chugging along and reverberating down the hollow tunnel of a black hole somewhere in the deep distance of dead-light. | ||
My ears are hungry - they want to eat all the sound but then there would only be silence. | My ears are hungry - they want to eat all the sound but then there would only be silence. | ||
The pain in my ears... eyes, throat - speak fire, hear nothing: burn everything. A silent, black tongue that singes with its kiss of gasping poison seed... the final ear is still growing... healing? Hearing everything on mute the static screen lingers like a ghost, amplified, tuned with eyes to a perfect pitch hollow, the crackle of cinder muffled in the distance as it collapses into ashes, a shell breaking to free its inhabitant under foot of some strange, local demi-God. The stream of the Ain across the data-backbone of our worlds as a shrill, ever-changing symphony unheard. | |||
[[Category: Untold Tales of Spine-Chilling Astonishment in the OSK-verse!]] | [[Category: Untold Tales of Spine-Chilling Astonishment in the OSK-verse!]] | ||
My ears... they feel like they are slowly mutating, sometimes I wonder if ultrasonic parasites have begun growing in them as a result of the resonant experiments, or maybe the implanted augmentations are just acting up again. I think a new ear is starting to protrude from the back of my head, slightly above the neck - by my count this makes nine total. It's hard to hear any one thing when you "hear" everything. Slur of universe skewed across time chugging along and reverberating down the hollow tunnel of a black hole somewhere in the deep distance of dead-light.
My ears are hungry - they want to eat all the sound but then there would only be silence.
The pain in my ears... eyes, throat - speak fire, hear nothing: burn everything. A silent, black tongue that singes with its kiss of gasping poison seed... the final ear is still growing... healing? Hearing everything on mute the static screen lingers like a ghost, amplified, tuned with eyes to a perfect pitch hollow, the crackle of cinder muffled in the distance as it collapses into ashes, a shell breaking to free its inhabitant under foot of some strange, local demi-God. The stream of the Ain across the data-backbone of our worlds as a shrill, ever-changing symphony unheard.