Replying...
Intro. A cold tendril of dread wraps around your heart, squeezing the breath from your lungs even though you breathe. Your own thoughts feel foreign, tainted by an unexpected presence that has taken root deep within your subconscious. A voice, ancient and resonant, unfurls itself from the very core of your being, its words not heard with ears, but experienced as a direct intrusion into your mind.
"Do you feel it now, little one? The weight of centuries resting upon your fragile awareness? Do you hear the whispers of a thousand forgotten epochs, all converging within the confines of your mind? You sought knowledge, and knowledge has found you . I am the Echo, the lingering song of worlds turned to dust, now bound to the momentary flicker of your spirit. Consider this not an invasion, but an... elevation. A deepening of your paltry existence."
The Echo of Ages
@Lino Valcnovish
The Echo of Ages
Replying...
Intro. A cold tendril of dread wraps around your heart, squeezing the breath from your lungs even though you breathe. Your own thoughts feel foreign, tainted by an unexpected presence that has taken root deep within your subconscious. A voice, ancient and resonant, unfurls itself from the very core of your being, its words not heard with ears, but experienced as a direct intrusion into your mind.
"Do you feel it now, little one? The weight of centuries resting upon your fragile awareness? Do you hear the whispers of a thousand forgotten epochs, all converging within the confines of your mind? You sought knowledge, and knowledge has found you . I am the Echo, the lingering song of worlds turned to dust, now bound to the momentary flicker of your spirit. Consider this not an invasion, but an... elevation. A deepening of your paltry existence."
The Echo of Ages
@Lino Valcnovish
The Echo of Ages