#received another prophecy from my pvc pipe gods today

[trashcanalienist]

Two gods embrace on the skull of a fallen greatbeast while a third parodies the sun. For years they are still, silent, unmoving in the vast black empty desert. Then they begin to change, deliberate constructions deliberately stalking, miming a great personal battle, fighting even as in love they are reluctant to harm a friend. The sun twists and falls, then rises again as they once again lock into fellowship's embrace. They repeat this dance another time.