Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
“I want to say it’s made of flies—and how glorious and gory would that be—but that wouldn’t be true.
“For others, it’s a weight. A heaviness they stumble under. Feeding off their energy, their joy, their happiness. Their hope. This thing crushing them, slow and sure, until they finally crumble into nice, easy pieces.”
He came closer. “And for you? It was a shadow. And, oh, I love those.” A small smile. “A thing that walked beside you, behind you. A friend, if you will. Finally. Pushing you toward me. As if this building, this Eidolon, this infamous, beloved Eidolon, knew you had an unfinished story to tell.”
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