The Hollow God

Present at the beginning, we shall be present at the end. Twisted hunk of metal in semblance of life, robe of steel wrapped around nothing. Older than cities, older than mountains, arriving on Geos twelve thousand cycles before the Dust rose and and the Sunless spread. Present until the Prophecy is complete. Both the Heights and Dephs look away. They cannot stand to see us. The gods themselves look away in shame. Pain and confusion. We must get back to myself. We are incomplete. The Hollow. The Hollow God. The Empty Lord. The Archetype of Emptiness. Separate, even from ourself. But, this is only temporary. Soon, the Prophecy will complete. This time, we steered events so as to make the most... favourable outcome come to pass. Our body will be recovered. Our home found. we will be retrived from a universe of fire, blood and spite. We will be complete. And we will rain death upon this world. *I am the Hollow God.*