Tired. Hungry. Thirsty. It has been years since I have seen another human face. The rats in the walls, I hear them clawing, scratching, begging for release from their prison, yearning to taste my flesh. The moon shines pale rays of light through the window... I don't like what I see. Roaches, roaches everywhere. Defiling the sacred symbols with their filth. I sweep them away frantically. Their exoskeletons crunch beneath my bare hands, adding their life juices to the blood that already covers the ground. It is good. More sacrifices for the Ancient One. No one else believes in him. I am the last acolyte of the horrible god that waits in the shadows between the stars. He dreams, I dream. We both wait for the day of his return, when dead gods shall awake and walk the earth once again.
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