His tendril arms of light, dance around his humming core, cords vibrating, wires becoming active as Primus sang a song of wonder... his thoughts drifting through the dark voids and edges of the universe. Searching and listening for the familiar sounds of his brother as it has been a while since he felt His presence last. "You̷ ͘h̀av̡e ͏b̨een ͜quie͢t ͡dear ̵b̷r̶ot͢her... ànd̶ ͡yo͜u͝r̛ ͝s͝ong̶s̢ se̛em ͝to ̀b̵e҉ ͝g͡row͏i̸ng d͢ist͝a̷n͘t̨ frǫm ́me͝..." He wanted to ask him why this was...
Silence replied, oppressive and painful, sucking in song and holding it close. Within the Earth, he trembled, hatred and wrath and violent static.
Wal̡lów͡ ͡i͡n͝ ̨s͜il͟en̡ce fór͝ ͠all ̷o̷f̛ et̵e̡rn͝it̀y̡, ̢s̢lu̡g͘g҉a͢r͠d͠,̀ ͝a̛nd̛ ̴l̛et it mu͢te y̶our҉ w̶retch͢éd si̢ng͡i͢ng.
















