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█ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. |
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It seems like he can still feel some pain - if it is brought about in this place. Pain is the body and mind's way of telling someone something is wrong. There is some relief in feeling that fury and associating it with pain. Like being slapped for doing something he should not.
But at the same time, it is fleeting. A fleeting feeling that doesn't shake him enough from his madness to do more than offer yet another irritating smile. His hand rests on his chest as he steps back and says: ]
As you wish.
[ And the connection falls away. ]