Though seldom are they found, and rarer do they speak...those who fled far enough from the cosmic shattering would forever have their eyes stained by the sight of the bleeding abyss.

Primordial Sig would one day murmur that the profane cracks almost appeared like branches or ever deepening roots...something they would go on to emulate even as the elevators silenced beneath them.

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