#dead loud

There's a galaxy inside its throat.

Electric blue. Cracked like broken ice.

Two white eyes burning too bright to look at.

Purple cosmic tentacles. Creatures watching from the tangle.

And inside the jaw — not darkness.

A spiral galaxy. Stars.

A universe it swallowed whole and hasn't finished digesting.

It doesn't scream.

It opens and lets the void do it for him.

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Both eyes still burning.

That's the worst part.

Deep crimson. Soaked through.

Two orange eyes glowing harder, not dimming.

Roots and tentacles closing in from every side.

It's not dead.

It's just been waiting in the dark long enough to get angry.

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