+ inload: Brother Ykypanipo, Nightmarcher +

And I was, as it were, turned into a dove/so that my arms were pinioned like a bird/Seizing me, he led me down to the dark house, the dwelling of Yrkla/to the House where those who enter do not come out/along the road of no return/to the House where those who dwell do without light/where dirt is their drink, their food is of clay/where, like a bird, they wear garments of feathers/and light cannot be seen, they dwell in the dark/and upon the door and bolt lies dust/
– The Red Dream of the Nightmarchers

+ Forget the power of technology, science and common humanity. +

Forget the promise of progress and understanding. +

+ There is no peace amongst the stars. +

+ Only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods. +

+ For the galaxy is a big place and, whatever happens, you will not be missed... +

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