Gaffsey ending

The thing felt blindly in the darkness that was around it and that was it. It found new words, ones that did not bind it, but were still things of knowledge. But the thing felt them all the same, and could smell the fear and anxiety and hatred which colored their meaning. They were things of light, but were twisted in the service of dark.

Its thousand mouths split into a million fractal smiles as it pulled the words into itself.

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