Tell me, capsuleer.
What do you know about Bob, god of wormholes?
For he,
in his might.
Roaming the endless realms of Anoikis.
Collapsing.
Creating.
Space and time fade around him.
Dare facing endless gravity, his infinite abyss.
The weak will despair,
the strong will struggle,
avoiding unending madness.
In his wake, his acolytes may follow.
A worthy sacrifice you are.
Hide, little one!
Hide behind your pity cloak.
And accept your fate,
if you can not.
Don’t fool yourself.
Bob knows.
the greybill 