shadow goblin (uncommon) @sableye@goblin.camp

the magic you invite, and the mysteries you don't

the strangeness that unbidden comes, twisting sights and bending sounds, making voices from rain and visions from dream. you want to believe in secret orders for the likes of us; you want to believe there is a place for us, however hidden, in this world built for you, built up through our absence, our destruction, and in all the bricks beneath your feet there are mystics still screaming. you imagine the strangeness might be invited, entreated, bartered with, even befriended, because you will not face the will-less strangeness that acts through you, the violence of which you remain a part. there are no schools for us, no orders for us, and all the traditions of our ancestors have been crushed to dust, and all the shards churned into palatable tales: friendly witches who enact your normalcy as you turn a thousand-year knife, the act so banal, so timeless, that you have forgotten it entirely, and the blood you spill never enters your mind.

spider spider, weaving webs, threads of dread, devouring flies cowering in the bonds that only bind more and more with all your will to live. survival dooms itself as predator looms, all eyes peering, leering, jeering gleefully.

shadow shadow, loves to lurk, watching with lidless eyes, eyeless sockets, fleshless frame free of material firmament, animated by fear itself. terror tickles you, trickling from the dreams of sullen sullied survivors. haunt no more, shadow shadow, shade shivering, quivering just out of sight.