An unexpected spike, a yawning gravity well. A symptom of the gate.
It's why we had got involved in Weapons R&D. We built, tested and then unleashed that early death on foreign soil. Gave that soil half-life. In time it became business like before. But we were clinical, professional. And I had extra avenues of thought. Allow me to elaborate.
I feel I've sensed, I’ve seen another world, another realm. Shifting and peaking from within quantum horizons. Facets that dance beyond my grasp. But how to impress, how to coo to it, coax it. A zone unseen but perceived. This is why I had got involved in weapons R&D. A means to cleave the sky through to the endless.
My theory states an entity dwells there. Might this shadow be worn if it be won? Might the shadow be worn if it be won? Sink, sink myself in! Forge myself to it.
I've many connections maintained through the years. Exploiting such fortunes for gain. Those peers I have heard claim "She's deeply disturbed" Just vanish covertly.
It broods on it's mounts at my whim. An engineering feat that would make M.C. Escher proud. A modified howitzer 15 kilotons of hell. Those nightmare shells I've imbued with black project artifacts Now it waits...
Can I prevail I've tried to ascertain (doubt). Lethal doses through subjects detained. Strange behaviours construed. Pitiful, they plead but this is science after all. Doubt.
How will I know? Can I forge myself to the one? Then I remembered my son.
A mistake that needy offspring I'd abandoned. For true results I'll need my own DNA. Colleagues find, procure and bind him outside zero-range. Much closer than the mobs of human litmus I've enchained.
I'm on the brink. Crews on standby we are go. Thunder in the clear blue, new false dawn. The skyhammer speaks.
Pressure cooks the space between molecules. Mysteries in the shell they fire, push through. A cold air that smells uncharted swims through me and I know. It's come as called to claim it's vulnerable meat. I run, the land a blur with headlong flight. The valley's changed all life grey, hideous and meek, I finally reach him.
The anomaly encased inside. The tender flesh from which I wrench my first bite.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
