Rainbows's vision from last session!

The being pictured here appears before, standing at the prow of a beautifully-appointed barge sitting unnaturally still upon a wide river with strong, but slow currents.  "You are an odd little dream of mine, the very reason I became my Animals.  You are neither my Reason, my Instinct, my Emotions, or my Inspiration.  What are you who are me?"

"We are the all-in-one, Lord, the one-in many.  We are the face looking with admiration into Your mirror.  We stand outside to witness You."  The words of the catechism come easily to my lips after many hours of whispered repetition.  My heart is full beyond fullness, and I stretch toward Them like a drop of water at the end of a leaf.  Then I remember the next lines of the catechism. "We honor you in seperation.  We break away to keep you whole."  It takes all my will to take two steps backward.

"When I wake, it is the world's death.  My yawn sounds Enitharkhepron's scarab horn.  The sweet dew of your obedience to ma'at may heal me yet, that the Day of Judgment never comes.  Your Prophet would have you enslave yourself to your own inspiration.  You say you love me as yourself.  Do you serve me, yourself, or the uncaring ma'at?"

I know the answer of the catechism, and my sect, which dedicates itself to maintaining the dream. It is like a voice through fog when I hear myself say instead "I serve you, Lord.  You and You and You.  You are the light and the rainbow."  My foot slips as a stone breaks and I fall at All's feet. I don't bother to get up.

From beneath the broken stone, a winged segmented thing, matte deep black swallowing the light around it, two eyes reflecting white light that twinkles a drunken journey across their compound surface.  It is half centipede, half scorpion, half wasp, and it watches you.  It will feast upon this world and the world will join the cold blind lights of its 10,000 eyes.  The being upon the barge does not see it.

"He is not the only one that sleeps, warm hot food-thing.  I sleep, too, belly full of eggs.  Look to the night sky -- I am watching."

The glitter of its eyes grows, larger than it, larger than you, larger than the man on the barge.  At its heart, something moves, a fox, a desert fox, two-tailed, silent and stupid it senaks quiet and animal it takes your ankle in its mouth, unspeaking and small it drags you away and your eyes open . . .