The Endless Ones
By Christopher Munroe
The Endless Ones slumber beneath the city
Unthinkably huge, eternally old and horrifying beyond all
imagination, simply to view them is to go mad from revelations no mortal man
was ever meant to know. Surely upon waking they could destroy us, one and all,
obliterating our city and all who dwell within it without so much as a thought.
For such is their power, their horrible majesty, that we are
but gnats upon their surface.
Fortunately for us, here on the surface, their sleep is,
like they themselves are, endless.
So yeah, we’re good. We ought to all be fine…
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