Forged in the coming of the 23rd catalogued cycle of our roaring Behemoth.

Construction sites are as the wombblood of nonexistance, such miracles birthed over and over again yet it will never bleed out, our slice of infinity can never reach meaning without devouring the whole, and not even our hunger is it's equal as we are now

Bearer of the lantern that will not- will not- will not- will not extinguish