[Game of distortion;
>>5938922 Penitent Machine; Holy Suffering]
When did the sky open?
Lost in a desert of flesh, the sparkling lightning touched stalactites of suffering.
You were all still together, you could see them.
You were alone, the replicant moon was hollow.
The sighs of the wind accompanied the exhausted screams of her mother, her protruding head was not able to bite her tongue.
This was wrong, the bone plates echoed her presence.
Enveloping twisted love that protected the infant, or perhaps bound it.
Intentions without clarity transformed into truth, you noticed the pulsing machinery under the living ground.
Each breath of air felt repeated, suffocating.
The mother kept screaming, why didn't she shut up?
There were so many corners to hide from the sound, so many mountains to climb.
Was it too late to turn around?
Had you delved too deep?
You heard the screams of your companions.
Rakta was crying in front of the pleading head of her reflection.
A self in another life perhaps, an extension of her flesh.
Hildra walked in trance through gardens of skin, floating in delirium.
And Frankie enjoyed crushing the pleading eyes that wept like pustules.
Potato keeps tugging at your clothes, asking you why so much life was void.
What will you do?
>Explosives, you must destroy this place (Pick one place in the image to place the explosives) >This must be a dream or illusion, so dream logic must apply (What do you want to do?) >Rakta miracles? (what God?)
>Enter one of the crevices. (You will progress, you will be alone)>Write in 