The jaw, bereft of flesh, gnaws on the loosened earth. The orbless sockets glow with intelligence but also obvious fury.
“Ah, a nice project, I can fix this”, I thought as I wrapped it in samite. Placing it in my pack it gladdened me to have a long term purpose. “Certainly there is no lack of parts about to restore you, my friend”. Patting the pack gently and smiling, I laid some flowers on the graves of those less (more?) fortunate who remain beneath.
- Canticle D’Dauber
The head moves
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