#thoughts are still thinking but divine bliss is a fun horror concept
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Can't recall the analog horror on yt that's about the moon driving ppl insane that look at it because it's some kinda hatching egg. Or the one where the earth is an egg for a giant serpent.
Nika's real form being the sun itself and slowly it begins to hatch. Over a year the sun seems to dim and cool, sunspots unusually frequent and clustering together. People don't think there's anything wrong until the entire thing is encased in relatively cool shell of sunspots. Panic is the first and shortest sign. Everything's fine, there's nothing to worry about, not really, things are normal enough. Unknowingly the calm is the second sign because his influence has already hit the planet. Now and then the shell crack, drowning the planet's magnetic sphere in colors day and night; dancing around the planet in opalescent sheen, Nika's influence spreads, disarming the masses. What's the point in fighting honestly? There's something in the air and everyone can feel it, the sun is drumming. Masses begin to hum the same tune, not sure when they heard it but soon enough a word coalesces in the populations mind. Don't speak it yet, he's not ready, just join the choir of percussion, it's irresistible now after all.
It's easier to silence the drums at night, on a new moon but as the cracks spread it's like the droning of a train and each day it gets closer, drowning out thoughts, sense. Dancing is all the people want to do and this is when the laughter starts. It's not painful, people seem to like it, euphoria between the drums, mixing with the madness of it all.
The sun's bright again, shining through the seams of it's shell, the sky is dancing, the people are singing. His name isn't a secret, it's a greeting, a chant, encouraging him to swallow the world up in color. In a breath, quiet as a whisper the sun spits him out, impossibly large and bright. Nothing is right ever again but at this point there's no one left to object, everything is drums and everyone has been welcomed into Nika's fantasy.
#verse: ✦ ( sun drunk madness )#thoughts are still thinking but divine bliss is a fun horror concept
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