their parasitic arms, looking to consume.

Was nothing but made by the maker, whom has been trapped, in shackles, not anymore. Not is, Has.

He sensed that the maker is playing merry havoc with this world, wrecking apart the walls of time, space and fidelity.

If only their children would stop them.
Confine it to a crystal.
A shard, a mineral.

Although he was made by the maker.
He is a failed experiment.

Mutated from the mythical mun.
Mutated from river and sea.
Mutated from rough blocks of soil and mud.
Mutated from what seems to be the one whom has been imprisoned.

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