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... , the world dissolved into a maelstrom of alien sensation. This was not like the cold, logical data of the Architect or the primal, simple hunger of the Deep Ones.
This was a storm in his soul, a violent, chaotic flood of pure, undiluted abyssal energy.
He was drowning in a sea of non-Euclidean geometry and impossible colors. He felt the cold, crushing pressure of the void between stars, the patient, silent hunger of a being that had hunted for eons in the dark. He experienced a ...
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