Cycles pass, and yet a disturbing presence lurks. The "orange dreamer" comes to pollute the sacred waters once more.
The darkling was blinded. Ours saw the false dreamer singing songs to a husk imperceptible by ours minds. Ours set in to purge the trespasser, HS>Destino-Final as it is sung by the dark-flesh.
Raining down spitfire, the false worshipper faced the truth before it can spread its abomination.
