Like an erection. Bursting suddenly from the unplumbed depths. Enigma, perhaps monser. No way
to tell if it's reality or illusion, or even whether either exists. We can call him MERROWS, like the
Irish people of the sea. We can fear him, as the Greeks feared THANATOS. We can worship him
as the Templars worshiped BAPHOMET.
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