(masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed, 8K),I have nothing...nothing to give, and I have not a single reason left to live.
I take a boat into the open sea. I am adrift, I am debris.
I am lulled by the ocean’s rhythmic splash, when I’m beset by a tempest in a flash.
My craft is rent, my fate is clear: my body washed up here.
What I was disappears;
I see my future here.
Time is clawing at my fate.
There is no fauna -- no sound of life; the jungle’s darkness as oppressive as a vice.
Upon the mountainside I find some human tracks, and when I hear the drums there is no turning back.
Welcome to the island.
They writhe around the fire as if a dying snake, their flesh impaled, the mountain’s bloody thirst to slake.
The altar glistens with the latest sacrifice before a toad-like idol with a thousand eyes.
The native cries seem to feed the flame. Their eyeless faces turn to me and call my name.
Curtains of smoke recede, reveal a blackened throne, and I...
I am home.
Iä Tsathoggua!
dirty clothes, ragged,
