Born in endless, shapeless, all-consuming madness. Cultivated in the darkness of ancient misery, they are anonymous - only reflections of the deep and dense depth. The essence of anguish and melancholy radiates from each pore and is expelled through shrieks, growls and other inhuman sounds. This is TIIEBLVCK.

 

[Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before]

 Edgar Allan Poe

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