Nidus Prime

We cast our shining child adrift on strange seas. For with time, these starless currents, black as mourning, may work a sea change.

And if, one grisly dawn, the skies should hurl you, herald-like, back to Earth… remind us, foundling, of what we immaculate ones have lost.

What succulent richness disease's kiss may bring.

My festering demigod.

My Nidus.

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