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slavemother

Glowing

Growing

The Unspeaking Mouth

The Firmament - A Cracked Mirror

I Saw You (The Little Death)

Forked Tongue/ By Lengual

Good Mourning/Buenos Dios

Life

The dark one drains the earth of impurities. The light forces life from the dead. Black is the color of fear. The seed of man gleams white. Nighttime brings danger, death, and despair. You must hide with a knife, by a fire burning high. All you can see is nothing and unknown, straight ahead, for all eternity, far past the end of your life.

Projection//Reflection

Infinite Anthropomorphic Transference

Inherent Disillusionment Abhorrent Companionship

The way, the truth, the light

Wand'rings of the Inward Caverns and Planes