Wheels chasing wheels.
A serpent devouring its own tail.
Oblivion swallowing awareness.
I woke again in the infernal throne room of my deliverer, his titanic excrescence exploded up one of the cavernous walls from floor to ceiling.
Every part of this place was him, eyes bulging from ulcerated flesh to gaze down on us, wounds become rictuses of triumph grinning from on high, tentacular limbs reaching for us from all sides.
There were too many sides in that vertiginous cavity, an impossibility of angles that never met.
I yelled to warn the girl, but of course she'd already taken it all in.
She was shouting her defiance up at the monumental face of our tormentor.
His voice came from all around as a deafening chorus.
He demanded that she submit and help him nurture his monstrous children by giving them new dreams.
He demanded that I help him mine the garden for a precious resource he called "Edmundium."
Of course we refused.