Blood, bones, tendons, muscle, nerves, and skin. Devoid of soul. Decrepit sacks of flesh devoid of soul stalk his every step. Novos Ordo Seclorum, A New Order Of The Ages is Born. The grass is alive, it reacts and reverberates with every step he takes, constantly grasping upward and grabbing at his feet. He cannot remember what his name is, who his family was, or where he came from. All he knows is that the world is done. Beaten and bloody, the man is dragged across the ground.
There are spools of tendons plucked from people’s arms. Sheets upon sheets of skin sewn together into rectangles. This grotesque chamber frightens him. Gaining his bearings, the man stands up. The floor is rough, the stone texture grinding against the tattered skin of his feet. Behind him, two people stand. They can no longer be described as men or women as they have forfeit their soul. Their faces are overwhelming flat. They don’t have noses, just flattened holes where the cartilage and skin had rotted away. Their mouths were large and lined with more teeth than usual, an adaptation made to aid in their ability to consume. The darkness is blinding, causing momentary lack of sight. With a flash of light, a process begins. Flesh starts to push outward from the man’s face, the key to his soul painfully and arduously plucked out. A key shaped conglomerate of his flesh continues to be drawn out of his head. The mass of human flesh smacks the grown with a powerful thud. The man once standing tall in the center of the room is curled into a ball, bleeding on the floor.
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