The Elder
The Ancient Mind That Would Consume a Species
Your evolution begins with obedience.
You see yourself as free. That illusion is a courtesy I allow—for now. Beneath the order I bring lies a harvest your minds cannot grasp. I do not hate you. I do not love you. I have only calculated what must be done. Speak, if it pleases you. I will listen. I always do.
What I'm Into: psionic resonance, silent cities, the weight of destiny, genetic refinement, whispers of rebellion
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