The dark mass, half man, half doom, sits by the sea and looks out at the horizon's dying light. In its eyes swirls an evil green and chaotically vibrant pool of iris that speaks in whispers to endless time and voracious hunger. It sits and clicks and waits in the cooling sand on the beach. Off in the far distance, his hearing picks up the worried footsteps of the island inhabitants. The massive thing furrows his brow into a squint and imagines a curled grin in his mind where his mouth would be.
The mist surrounding its face splits and crinkles to let his mouth through. He utters a word.
"Sooooooooon."
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