Necrofuturist Transmission Episode 37 - into our lustrous resting place
No wandering dispossessed that have not been scheduled for treatment or unsettled are left at large. You liberate the structure of emergence and disperse love in refutation of their onslaught. Patrols receive your surrender sympathetically. Within your core you end up drained, addicted to being. You will preside over your downfall.
Cells are dark and cold no longer. Everything is joined like an enclosing sculpture. You close your eyes and see the veins of your eyelids. You breathe in. You chant our name slowly, pulse slowing, mind stilling. You resist sleep. Sleep lures you out of action and into our lustrous resting place.
Seraphic surveillance eyes above you emanate reaction in sudden waves, realization sanitized, fatality, renewal, being, loss, in hoary divisions thrown into hysteria. Not you. You resist a smile, though the laughter rings out in the dawn beyond the walls.