I screamed, but I did not hear the sound; I felt it tearing out of my throat, a raw, primal sound that was swallowed by the vastness around me.
The shapes in the distance were closer, and I could see them more clearly, and I wished I could not. I had seen Sovereigns, what I suspected were gods, and even a portion of the Pale Matron, a Demon God and a Transcendental being, but no matter how twisted or profound these beings were, they were still creatures that my mind could understand.
What came close and peered at me were ideas given form, concepts that were so old I could not even conceptualize how long they had existed, because my soul could not hold all of that number… These concepts had no place in a world of order and structure, things I feared that even gods were not supposed to see, and they were looking at me with great interest.
"Interesting… potent… potent,potent,pootent!!! Interesting… So much Order in brokenbrokenbrooookeennnn….."
