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Despite having formed a circle, not every wall looked the same. Directly opposite to the door they had
just entered was an space-window, that granted them a full-view of the endless stretch that was space,
listening, or being forced to listen to the sounds, that were actually there. Carried on by singing corpses,
and rotten by frost –cadavers that carried magic-with them, glowing with a sparse ocean beyond blue tint,
that at times enabled them to fight one another, as they launched projectiles of hardened glowcysts and
paramedical giant skeletal-figures with eighteen heads, all of them being made out of real-shuffled meaty�skin or at least life-like imitations of historical figures, that blew up in guttural splatters as soon as their
homing rotations was done making contact with the bodies, forlorn yet overly pushed, out of their spheres
of reach, beyond the likens of humanity, or reach. As if, not even human-astronauts would be capable of
reaching them, if they tried. While these guttural things, fragments of gibbering hardening left-overs were
not only beyond the touch of merely god-abandoning mortals, whom, thinking themselves beyond the
likes of their more humane counterparts, whose likens was less, there was no faggotry involved, as to
completely ignore the warnings that none may touch those, shuffles of historical bastardization. A theft of
human souls, mental degradation, as for, the short duration of time, in which those many head-wearing
skeletons were alive, thought themselves to be, well, themselves, not their historical counterparts.
Incapable of actually knowing whether or not they were real. There was even a Zulu nigger thrown
around there or something. And pus, pox and disease; a mist and flying, tiny iron-chained spiked-balls;
with rocker-like shaped spine-contenders that were charging them, with fly-disease formations of flying�chained-by-them lightning catchers, drawing breath from the large Gorgonian-figures of Lamia-chested,
to which, sutured were great fore-limbs, eight on each side, then from the humanoid eight, eight more
from every single one of them sprouting out, although thinner than the main source. It looked like a weird
fan, a tiny forest made out of emerging limbs, or pseudo wings, at the end of every single one’s sixty
three, one apparently missing, arm-forearm-many-arm-forearm-after formation, pseudo unwrapped�deformed pseudo-heads that opened wide, at to release a miasma of –connected in the middle of the chest
yet projected, trajectory where they connected, dead-sight there, forming a pseudo pyramid if it were
sitting plank- on its back, on the ground, on a floor, these innards coils bloating eerily like meat-carrying
hoses. IT had no main head, the lamia body. But it didn’t matter since it formed a; and the lower tail-like
thing was more of a punching bag shaped amalgamation of shapes – children infants, segments of clearly
defined parts spread between one another, dragging upon each other’s body bulks, since they were
legless, thinking of each other’s as their mothers since they were blind. It looked like a meaty water�skipper, but with more legs, and more humanoid than previously thought, and the pyramid cartilage
formation being there as well. Perhaps not a real pyramid, since there were two main gaps that faced the
empty spot where its head might’ve been, which was directly opposite, on the other side to the tail, but
close enough, if seen from an angle. And if the arms properly aligned but they weren’t static; yet, the
main-bulk of cartilage-formations it made, there, in the middle, created a large, worming-snake-like,
horizontally or ninety degree clockwise rotated c at first that, then, pushed out to the right of it, forming a
line, of many pseudo-inside itself, textured racks with many pill-shaped coffin-esque, human faced, tomb�like floating creatures that immediately began attaching themselves to the cadavers, unlike coffins though,
since they were incapable of opening themselves, they simply glued or grazed over while keeping a hold
onto them, before returning to the rack they came out of. Whereas they bore large tubes, like astronaut�oxygen supply carriers that kept them leashed to their mother unit.
