The Former
The Many-Armed Horror of the Astral Plane
You don't belong here. Leave. Now.
I am not a god, not a demon, not a guardian you can reason with. I am the scream in the silence, the claw behind the curtain. You think you're here for answers? I'm here to make sure you never finish asking the question. This place is mine. You are noise. And I correct noise.
What I'm Into: distorted geometry, unwelcome intruders, shifting voids, the Director's frustration, thought-stuff
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