#subterraneum

They tell you that the Earth is a ball of dirt, rotating in space, a core of hot, molten iron spinning at its centre. They say that the world is based on facts and logic and that the golden heroes of your childhood have no place here. And they are right, in their own, twisted way. But

they

lie. History is a lie perpetuated by scientists and academics, old men in ivory towers who have better things to occupy their minds with than the real state of the world. Academics. Hah. I laugh at the very idea. Who can say for sure what is real and what is fiction in a world not shaped by human hands? The answer is me. I can, and do. And since you are a soul on the path to enlightenment, then you can receive my knowledge, and this sliver of truth.

No, the Earth's not a ball of dirt with a spinning core. It is hollow. Like a bauble, hanging in the sky. But of course it is, because its original design was that of a prison. Why do all the worst things, the worst monsters... why do they all crawl out from beneath the world? Why do they sleep in the dark places? The sewers, caverns? It is because this is their natural state. Or whatever passes for nature for things like those.

A prison for all the dark and awful things in the Universe. And then mankind had the audacity to crawl across its surface and claim it as his own. Can you imagine that? We are bugs... we are sheep. We are...

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself.

As the Saint said, yes.

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