(Monocyte graphic novel)
Durational Lords, your time is drawn, now bleed the sting of fear again. Construct with veil to persist. Tradition insists a fleeting prevail. Meet me by nature, then fall by the same. Death will know your name
I am the obligation of creation, as such undistinguished. All creatures must bare witness to cause, my undefined pretense imposed to effect. Trust the way of things enough to know that this must be
