Light years away from a moving throne of golden sand, another portion of a Serpent had made a grave miscalculation.
The purple river of an alien Intent had deposited THE Creature upon a sea of bones.
It stretched out in every direction beneath the raging storm of Infinity and Primordial Source, an ocean of fossilized remains so vast that its ribs rose like mountain ranges and its skulls sat like islands, the petrified remnants of colossal things that had died before a long time ago.
Dust of ages drifted across the pale expanse as the rain of authorities hissed down upon bone that refused to dissolve, and through this graveyard of giants, obsidian flames walked.
THE Creature looked around slowly, and once, and completely.
"You brought me to a Grave."
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