The wormhole births the next genesis of universal suffering.
The mutant seeds take flight and blot out the sky.
Beyond the pull and to exoplanets beyond.
In the resulting twilight, the beast retires into its protective crust.
Its golden form shimmers from the dappled light as it breaks through the canopied horizon.
What fascinating wonders we have lost the ability to witness.
The overlord unfurls to present abject cosmic terror to worlds unknown.
It too ascends and follows the charge of its mutant offspring.
Floating through space it lies in wait for its sign to open its wings again.
The voracious feeders will spread once again.