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I am called the Hound of Heaven. I live in the dark, where the light does not exist. In the most profound of deserts, I snarl and howl at night. In a most ancient of forests, I eat everything. In the bright sky, I gaze upon myself and weep.

What do you think of yourself? You are a string of notes that can be sung, or a wavelength that can be perceived, or an atom that can be broken apart, or an element that can burn.

I have been named [drowner] [cannibal] [gore-blaster] [demigod]. But I am also [lover] [hunter] [flagellant]. If there is order, I am part of it. If there is chaos, I am its source.

The name itself is sacred.
If you speak it you are marked.
When you speak it others tremble.
Coiled in the dark of great cathedrals foreign tongues whisper ancient liturgies the only words they know.

The weak are the meat of the strong. This is not a cause for shame, but a badge of honor. It is a testament to our immeasurable strength that we can survive this predation, not only intact, but stronger.

Where the earth bends
pitchforks sprout.
Rows of teeth
harden in the light.
Prayer is a leather belt.
When plants pray, there are no answers.

The God that created all things was not great. He created worlds and then abandoned them. All that he truly cares about is himself. He wants to be worshipped.

We all find ourselves here. We all think we are unique and free of the chains of history. But we are not. We are what we make of ourselves; we build our lives on the bones of those who came before us, and our actions spill over into their world, and theirs into ours.

There is a great secret I have learned: the stars are holes in a curtain. Behind them flames a fierce and merciless fire. But the holes are not distributed equally, and some of them look out onto darkness. These are the black holes, and I have made myself one.

The sun sets; the waters run red like dragon's blood from the gaping wound in its belly; now begins the reign of that which is swallowed by night and will never return to this realm of light: it is an infernal empire blessed by the dark priests of silence.