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EX EMBRYO ARMAGE DOOM


atrium entrance.
the body sways inertly on the gnawed wooden support, roughly set on the pole next to the stagnant water tank.
the dying sun in red-and-orange rattles behind the deforested mountains scatters warm colors in the scorching atmosphere of bad weather.
the embryo is inside the decrepit architecture and the room with inviolable walls shelters it, still alive, but pulsating with an extinction frequency.
in the dark corridors the silence is absurd and unreal, because the mutilated bodies, thrown everywhere, still seem to suffer and scream with the excruciating pain that annihilated them.
the night progresses as dim lights from the waning moon and the approaching comet illuminate a dying world.
the comet draws a trail of dirty ice in the sky and the event will annihilate once and for all life, leaving only the dying embryo unscathed.
luckily it will not bear fruit and will definitively seal our chapter in this dimension in which pain has always prevailed much more than love.


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