I can feel it now - the insidious whispers of the eather, like winds divided from me by glass.

I can sense a hunter, a creature of nothingness and shapless malice, a void predator born in the wilds of listless imagination,

I can feel its intent as it catches the sent of my weakening mind.

Its hunger, its need to devour my soul energy.

I cant fight it, I cant block it out.

I see it now, circling me like a shoal of fish

a hundred thousand glimmers in the darkness

each one an eye that cannot close until it bathes in my soul.

Another predator lurks in the warp space all about me, I can feel its magintued and my wheep.

Should I close my third eye to the madness of the warp and let these monsters take me?

Should I take the paranoid death? Or should I fight, flee or surrended in hope for a better fate?

They come for me....

Nah, it's just me and Anton.

SURPRISE!!!

Oh the cosmic horror!

LOL boo