Chronicles of the Heir, Part 6 "Le fardeau entropatique." ..A feeling of.. sudden weakness, a already present coldness only growing colder, hands, hands caressing at the skin, ones own skin, tip.. tap tap tap, solid, flesh bending in a way unseen, unfelt. Hollowness, another tap, a pierce, a lack of pain, a sensation of something that shouldn't be but simply is, the mind, stinging, signals intercrossing, visions of something, of someone, of the self, variants, several variants of the self, death, entropy, tick, tock, tick tock. The thread weaves, visible, each tug being felt across an ebb and flow like a river, a strait harrowing in night endless outcomes, knowledge unknown, discovered, comprehended for a moment yet uncomprehended again, clinging, cling, a coil, coiling around the self, a tug, a nudge, dragging, brought closer to a vision, dullness, dullard, The body seizes, chokes, writhes still, a staring spell, Dejavu, the arms jerk suddenly, a fall backwards due to stiffness, a convulsive fit, rhythmic, uncontrollable, wild, yet closer, memory fading, disorientation afterwards, an abrupt numbness, weakness overtaking the body, it clenches, barely containing itself, words slurred, a loss of balance. Muscles shrink, skin peels off, rots, an eventual decay as all things do, blood flow cut off to the cranium, a loss of vision, barely reigned, bones peer, extrude out, seen through festering flesh and bone, till naught but bone remain. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The Hourglass continues onwards, Heir. You must reach the slab on the grand battlefield. #cw-rotting #cw-seizure #cw-stroke #horror #coth #gore?