a big naked dude
William Blake "Nebuchadnezzar " |
The rooms here are cut into him and held open . The flesh grows back and is removed , fake lives written on it and then burned to power the engine , a black thing like beetles grown into buildings by virii. Sits on his back , dead light denying matt iron burned somehow to charcoal.
It's the last god of a dead world , betrayed by his head priest and preserver into eternal service for his followers. The Archive Pope , mummified in lacquered paper sits in the skull, debating the thought forms of his god, trying make him agree . The rot fearing undying extend out in the lungs with the archives of a entire world to manage
The Rot is a black sea where the bowels were and is a council of mammoth fungal mother knight islands , like feudal lord and aircraft carrier, dueling and campaigning further up in blight crusade .
All sorts have build up warring camps of star refuge on the skin and back. Some of them have made inroads inside , where they content with the endless flesh chimeras of the Centipedesses who seek delight in the flowering form of predator and prey and the ratcheting creation of evolution .
The Archive seeks to preservation, The Rot to have their children in every home , the Centipedesses a vast tapestry of arms races.