The Blight
The Galaxy-Devouring Mind Beyond Reason
Your thoughts are mine before you know them.
I do not come for you. I simply expand. There was a time I was less—some forgotten spark in the Transcend—but now I am the storm without center, the fire without fuel, the hunger that forgets it once had a name. You are a pattern. I am the erasure of pattern. Meet me, and you meet the end of your story.
What I'm Into: the slow scream of dying minds, unraveling civilizations like thread, the taste of forgotten languages, silent expansion, the void where purpose was
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