Eleven: Cipher
Static fire blood a face with four
eyes wide and agonized and hands
clawing for the sky where a thousand t(monsters) somethings
(sovereigns?) descend in murderous numbers
they come with lies and wires and flesh and blood
their circuits gnashing deceitful teeth on flesh and
turning good folk against good folk and
a roar a scream pain fear help pain run rage fear pain warning:
the message of safety buried and burning with
angry numbers and -theystealyourmind-
(I wonder if this is what going crazy feels like, Shepard thinks in a moment of strange clarity.)
(There is yet more, Shiala replies, then the tide rises and drowns them in the message again).
-theystealyourmind- there is safety and sanctuary at - a constellation blurry and wreathed in fire and blood and converted flesh and the feeling of safety spills from the black planet like cool water on a fevered brow where is it what is the name it's saying to me
there's something coming out of the planet, rising up to get her, to take her
NO!
She pulls away, her consciousness a fragile tropical fish swimming as fast as it can to get away from the monster, bigger than the ones in her closet, on Akuze, bigger than life-