Pay no mind you the rabble . joining / introduction

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”look around you, the universe rots itself”

Another voice joins the two, a creature that is that very thing

He is rot, decay, entropy, death - he has many names - but he goes by Silent, for as do all things die, all things fall silent,

It is the way of things.

And he speaks truths, even if no one wishes to know - the universe rots in on itself at a grand scale, a slow decay as stars wink out on a timescale no mortal will ever live to see until it is all shrunken so far that existence itself rots from the inside out.

But from rot blooms newness - and so it all starts up again,

The sudden spark of life that explodes outwards before rotting from the moments fo it’s birth - as do all things.

He is simply here to promote and to provoke it - to invoke that decaying state,

But he refuses its stagnation - let it decay but let the decay be glorious, a marvel, an art piece, a last dying scream,

It is after all, the only thing that would prove it had been there when everything is silent - there is only the echo of what was.

There is only him and what he remembers - the silence and the echoes.

So silent beholds this meeting of kin with barest interest, that great sightless visage hideous in its grimacing skull as that black gaze beholds the thief but finds her answer wanting

She came here for a reason after all.

Maybe she has yet to realise the fullness of it but silent, well silent can always use more echoes in the dying chorus of this purple meandering universe.

”rot is finality that all come to, why wouldn’t it be home?”