His voice holds power, even that word something to feel as much as hear.
"Horror. Terror. All that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and die."
But there's a slightly different tenor as he shifts it a little. It's clear that there is a shift, an act of will to it. A reclaiming of sorts.
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Date: 2022-10-15 01:24 pm (UTC)His voice holds power, even that word something to feel as much as hear.
"Horror. Terror. All that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and die."
But there's a slightly different tenor as he shifts it a little. It's clear that there is a shift, an act of will to it. A reclaiming of sorts.
"Knowledge."