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“You are a worm through time

The thundersong distorts you

Happiness comes

White pearls, but yellow. . .”

Folding in upon itself

Folding out atop the world

Halls expand beyond themselves

A labyrinth from the stars to the Earth

Reaching out, we sought so long

The Oldest House called to us

Illness drenched into these walls

Voices pushed inside of us

Suspended souls lost to the breach

The hissing red forced in

Just as we can feel them getting close

So too can they know that we are near

A throbbing pool of crimson deep

A shape of black against the white

Altered worlds and artifacts

Line the roads to the hissing red

The Oldest House contains them all

A place to breach into the universe

Anointed a throne, director of the house

We see through a thousand veils

Vermillion flood pooling on the white

The colors beg desperately for us

The Oldest House shakes and cries

Pushing against, pulling me in

We navigate the stars, we navigate the rock

Soar through pillars below the earth

Moving through sands of space

Arriving on a different shore

Hallways still folding towards me

The Oldest House has always been

Standing atop the shifting walls

Moving between the folding halls

Colors spread and begin to thin

I remain with us to the end

“This is Dr. Casper Darling

I have a classified message for the director

of the federal bureau of CONTROL

I have sad news. . .Hedron is gone now. . .”

I remain with us to the end