Re: (Anik) The Lesser Bounty
If there was a difference between thought and speech, Anik could not know it. Not in this place, where there was no science, no art, no expression and no feeling save those allocated to him by the writhing madness in the cyclone center of the cosmos.
There was, to this Anik's knowledge, no other paradox, no other body, no other Anik. He was utterly, entirely, alone. It was quiet in the faded, monochrome center of the universe, but..
"I remember you," said the Piper of the Nuclear Eye. "How could I forget? You are the musical, mathematical, magical, mysterious, malevolent genius. Do you not remember? Remember what you wrought? Remember the destruction you brought? Do you not remember.. why I owe you audience, why you have earned a boon of the Forever Courts of Chaos?"
Nyarlathotep smiled.
Anik felt consciousness slip from him. He fell -
fell
fell
fell
fell
fell
fell
- and awoke, cold, freezing in the halls of his workshop. There was no light, no heat. He was naked and could feel some form of hypothermia setting in.
A second later he received knowledge of his encounter - memory - and he knew that it was real. A few minutes were sent heaving, vomiting black goop riddled with blood and vomit.