Indeed, a dream indeed beget Dark Myst of Red-Flame. The spiderveins, the many telltale signs of the Void itself. The spider-vestige limbs, the many arms of the Void that administrate it’s Anti-Chaos and Anti-Order. Black Bile, Void sickness. Das Ding, the Baby of Belilimeme that died a while ago, ravaged Dark Myst and now is Red-Flame; made clear by the baby shrieks I referenced with every eventful pain. Indeed, a dark image that renders itself to Horror.

Indeed, a wholesome one in the depths of annihilatoriness.

Indeed a whole lot to cover the dream and have another strike at the Void again.