root-book

He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and the flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets. They plucked out stars. They plucked out galaxies. They were…