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prokopetz · 2 days

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Today's aesthetic: cosmic horror tabletop RPGs from the 1980s whose creators wrote the "madness rules" by simply plagiarising a list of disorders and their descriptions from the DSM-II and turning it into a d100 lookup table, except the DSM-II still listed "homosexuality" as a mental disorder (it wasn't removed until the DSM-III), with the result that there are several published tabletop RPGs where there's a small but non-zero chance that seeing Cthulhu will make you gay.

#aesthetic #gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #game design #1980s #psychiatry #dsm #cosmic horror #homophobia #ableism

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tofu83 · 3 days

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The Followers:

The mysterious nightclub

"Who are you!?" Adam exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back. "How do you get in?"

The man’s every muscle was delineated beneath the skintight rubbersuits, his eyes were concealed behind black visor, his face was expressionless.

He answered in a masculine, emotionless but somehow familiar voice to Adam. "I am Mike."

Adam was shocked. He and Mike were good friends from high school. Now they were roommates and both juniors in same college. Adam’s major was in Information Engineering but Mike’s was History. Adam was introverted but Mike was extroverted. They were so different but that’s couldn’t influence their friendship.

This guy was obliviously older and muscular than his friend. Yet there were some features similar to Mike. Adam would guess this is Mike’s elder brother if in other situations.

"Mike" kept going toward the kitchen and face the refrigerator.

"Need food." He took out a fish and started to bite it.

"That’s not sashimi!" Adam grab the fish from Mike and throw it to the sink.

"You can’t stop me." Mike said and moved robotically to the sink.

"Buddy, you are freaking me out!" Adam tried to pull him back but Mike turned to face him.

At this moment, Adam saw there were tears from Mike’s eyes.

"You're crying?"

"Hel…"Mike stopped answering and started turning around to the sink.

"Fine!" Adam pulled Mike’s visor down from his eyes.

Mike screamed then hold his own head and yelled, "it’s…it’s….ahhh! Tied me up! Hurry! Away from water! Quick!"

Moments later, Mike’s hands and legs were tied up with towels to a corner of his bed.

"Now you tell me what’s going on! You told me you were out to a nightclub but you come back like this? Wait, are you really Mike?"

"It’s me! I am…errr" Mike was sweating and shaking his head, "damn! That’s not just a nightclub, there are some ancient relics in the basement. And the relics…ah" Mike kept moaning, he seemed to trying to continue the sentence but failed.

"Ok, you relaxed and I call the police or ambulance."

"Nooooo! You can’t do that or there will be more victims!"

"Alright, you relax and calm down. I'll do some quick research to figure out what you experienced."

"Useless."

"Huh?"

Adam suspected Mike smirked evilly for a second, but that might be an illusion.

"Useless, I did research before I went there. Nothing! Just some rumors sounded like jokes."

"You suddenly become normal and calm?"

"'It’s is relaxing! I am still fighting its influence!"

"What is IT?"

"I…I can’t say its name or…" Mike stopped, and face became painfully.

"You will bear pain or panic or something bad, right?"

Mike nodded.

"The only way I can figure out what happened is to go there by myself, right?"

Mike nodded again but tried to force out the voice to say, "don’t…"

"I will do anything to help you. You can’t stop me."

"No, not that." Mike paused and said, "don’t go now, it’s already morning." And he collapsed to sleep.

Adam smiled, he knew Mike would never stop making jokes even he looked like a shit.

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Mike slept all day till next midnight. Adam waked him up.

"Good night! How do you feel now?"

"Good enough!"

"May I untie you now? Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?"

"No! It's night again and I’m afraid it will be back to my mind again! I’m not hungry but a bit thirsty."

"Okay."Adam put a kettle with straw of water by Mike. "Well, I am going."

"Good luck!"

"You don’t stop me?"

"We always can’t stop each other, right?"

Adam gave back a smile and went out.

After Adam closed the front door, Mike smirked and effortlessly tore the towels bound him. He picked up the kettle, stood up, drank all water and threw the kettle away. His expression was blissful, his eyes were soon covered by black visor emerged from nowhere.

"You did a good job." A voice whispered in his mind.

"It’s my honor."

"Receive your reward."

"Thank you, Master." Mike felt the pleasure spreading through all his body and concentrating on his groin. He cum with silent moaning because "Master" didn’t allow him to make noise now.

He felt hungry after his reward was finished. The body was not strong enough. He took the fish from refrigerator and ate it all. The body became even bulkier and was filled with energy.

He needed to be stronger. He was Master’s loyal follower and a guard of the cult. He was proud to trick his friend to go to the club. His master needed more followers.

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Adam felt nervous when walking in the alley. Although he would do anything to help his friend, he was still the guy afraid of social interactions. The feeling of being watched was so strong that he kept looking around to make sure there was no one stalking him. The only thing let him feel not so bad was the neon lights. That made this place a bit like the futuristic city in cyberpunk themed video game.

As being closer to the targeted nightclub, he found the surrounding area becoming even stranger: there were only men in this area and most of them were in good shape, wearing black rubber suits and black visors.

Just like Mike.

"We are same…" a voice whispered and Adam suddenly found that all men in black rubber stared at him. He was almost frightened to fell.

"Don’t be afraid, come…" the voice whispered and Adam was calm down and saw all men were doing their own thing or just walking past. Was it an illusion? He turned around and faced a hunk, who also wear black rubber skintight suits and visor.

The bouncer looked at Adam without saying a word, his blank expression, crewcut hair and stubble face made him seem hard to get close to. Adam was too scared to move but could only look into the mirrored black visor and saw himself looking back. His mirror image was distorted by the ripples created in the center of the glasses. It made him feel strange and dizzy.

"You, pass."the bouncer suddenly said and made Adam a little bit shocked.

"Welcome, brother." the bouncer opened the door and let him in.

He didn’t know why the bouncer called him "brother" but he felt comfortable when he heard that.

"New brother arrives" the bouncer talked to his wrist, looked like talking to somebody through a beeper, and then stood up straight, smiled in bliss. Obviously, he was enjoying his reward.

"Holy shit! What’s that!" Adam was scared by what he saw inside and intended to get out but the front door was locked.

No, he could not run away. He came to find out what happened to Mike and to figure out how to help his buddy. So he turned back to face that "thing".

It was a huge black "egg"hanging on the ceiling and was wrapped in plenty of big black octopus tentacles, all smooth, shining and reflecting neon lights from the environment.

The luster of the egg attracted him to move closer without realizing it. His mirrored image on the egg was clear and thin but it became vaguer and thicker when he moving. The surface of the egg seemed to be made of rubber, and was pulsating rhythmically. Adam also heard a humming noise coming from the egg, he couldn't stop himself from putting his ear to the big egg and listening. The egg was as warm as Adam’s body, and the nerd could swear there was a male moaning inside. Before he reacted, the moaning became speaking…

"Join…"

Adam tried focus on the words disturbed by the white noise, which was also in the egg.

"…you…master…help…"

When Adam heard the keyword, he suddenly realized that he was in a trance, as if he was hypnotized. He was sweating profusely.

He came here to find a way to help his brother, he could not let himself also…Wait! Why did he call Mike brother? He was shocked but even stunned by the mirror image on the egg.

It was Mike smiling back at him!

"We are same…" the voice whispered again.

Adam now found that there are not only one egg but many ones in the night club. Each had a mirrored image of man on surface. He seemed to saw these man before. They probably were those men in the alley because he was sure one of them was the bouncer at the front door.

Then the images of men all morphed into same guy: Adam. But these Adams’ body were sculpted and cladded in black rubber, their hairs were trimmed short, their eyes were blank and they smirked at him.

"Join us, we are brothers, we are same, we are one…."

"No!" Adam screamed in horror and run throughout the club to search the stairs led to the basement. Mike had told him there was something in the basement and that could be the key to the mystery.

Suddenly, a part of wall morphed into a hole and he fell into it, slid down a slide and fell into a puddle of water.

"Fuck!" He struggled to stand up and saw a giant cephalopod creature floating in the midair. This time he was too scared to move or scream.

"Come to me," the creature whispered in the air but it’s loud in Adam’s mind. "My child…."

"No…" Adam turned back subconsciously but found he was no longer in the club!

He was in the street he came through to the club. There was no body, no life, no sound, only himself. He felt panic, lone and cold. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go.

The giant octopus-like creature was still floating on the air and even larger than before. Its whispering became very loud and striking Adam’s mind strongly.

"Come to me, in the water…"

Water came from all directions and flooded the entire street. Just when he thought he was drowning, the scene changed again.

He was standing on the rocky shore of the sea, and the sea that should have been rough was calm. The setting sun was warm and seemed to guide him in the direction: "Sinking into the water. Just like the sun."

"Into the water…" he spoke to himself in unison with the whispers of the creature, and and leapt from the shore.Again he felt like he was drowning but this time he actually lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark space and felt something sliding back and forth on him.

He looked down and found that he was naked and there were many octopus tentacles "stroking" his well-defined body. He was not a sports person, not fat, but his body type was definitely not so good. Admiring his new body and being caressed by the tentacles, he became erect.

"You like it…"the creature whispered.

Yes. Adam thought but he forgot something. What’s that?

"It’s greeting gift for you to fallow my voice."

Adam tried to remember what he forgot but a tentacle grabbed his erected member and started stroking. It felt too good to think.

"Submit to me and you will get more…"

Submit? How…No! What am I thinking? Why I come here?

"You are my child. That’s why you come to me….Just like your brothers…."

Suddenly a tentacle inserted into his virgin back hole, it was so smooth that let him feel no pain but pure pleasure. The tentacle massaged his prostate and made him in the euphoria he never experienced in life. His vision became blur.

Gradually there were well built males appearing one by one, standing in water in front of him.

"Brothers…" he was surprised that he addressed these guys "brothers" and didn’t felt wrong.

They all had well-defined bodies with tentacles massaging their muscles. But the difference between them and Adam is they were all in black rubber suits.

"Join us, submit to master…"

Adam unconsciously walked closer to the group of men and suddenly recognized one of them, remembered something.

"Mike!" He hold Mike’s strong shoulders and shake. "I came to help you!"

But Mike remained blank face, didn’t respond to him.

"You looked younger here! If I took you back, you would be normal again…"

"If you wanted to go back, I can’t stop you" Mike suddenly said, "but I can help you stay."

"What?"

"Don’t you feel so good now?"

Adam felt the tentacle inserted his anus further and those stroking his body and genital became faster. He did actually not move his body yet, he was stilled trapped in the same place by tentacles.

"You will be strong, fearless and positive, all you need is submission"

The tentacles guided Adam’s hand to touch Mike’s body, it’s so hard so manly.

"Join us, be brothers, we share our mind, we improve our physique, we obey master, master help us become better, master is the truth."

Mike’s lips suddenly came close to Adam’s and gave him a deep kiss.

Adam resisted at first because he and Mike were best friends but not gay. However, he gave in very quickly. Good friends hug, good brothers share, they share everything including saliva, so it’s normal to kiss your buddy.

Mike put his tongue into Adam's mouth, and it gradually became longer and thicker, and finally turned into an tentacle.

Adam felt the tentacle from his front and back extended to each other and connected. It’s the moment that every men disappeared, vanished like smoke, including Mike.

His vision became completely dark, could not see any thing but feel tentacles massaging his digestive tract, caressing his muscles, rubbing his face and something sucking his nipples and phallus hungrily.

And the smell. Smell salty, masculinity, freshly. The smell of the ocean and men. He started to imagine a muscular himself surrounded and squeezed by other muscular men. They were brothers, they loved each others, they were each others, they were all embraced by Master’s arms. The tentacles made him very close to climax and the voice of master whispered.

"Submit. My child. Accept your true form. Follow my lead forever."

Adam felt so good, and he finally understood. He came to find a way to help Mike. But in the end, he was the one need help. Thanks, Mike. Thanks for tricking him to grab the black visor. The visor was absorbed in his hand and the journey to the truth began.

Master is the truth. All men are Master’s children. All men should submit. Master will make each man perfect. Each man is equal. They are brothers, follow Master’s lead.

He submitted. Not only body and thought but also spirit and soul.

"Good child. You have your reward."

Adam reached the most fierce but also most pleasurable climax in his life. He roared like a beast, he knew Master would be pleased if he proved his loyalty out loud.

For a second, he saw himself standing among other muscular males, all in skintight rubber suits. They lowered their head to show submission to the Master.

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On the ceiling of the basement under the nightclub, hang several giant rubber eggs. Tentacles massaged and stroked each eggs, slimy and slippery. Moaning sounds could be heard occasionally from the eggs.

One of them was shaking violently. A small vertical crack appeared and plenty of black goo flew out. The crack became bigger and bigger until the egg shell cracked in half. All remained black goo fell on the ground and there was a naked man kneeling on one knee.

The man’s body was muscular and sculpted, his face was with square chin and five o’clock shadow, his hair short and eyes blank. He slowly stood up. The black goo spread from his toes up and formed rubber boots and pants. Some goo shot to his arms and rubber gloves were created.

The man’s head kept down until the goo covered all from his neck down. The skintight rubber bodysuit outlined his perfect body, glimmering under the led neon lights on the walls.

He walked upstairs to the ground floor. There were also giant black rubber eggs, some merely pulsating, some were cracking, and some already broken, but there was only him alone in the room.

The man’s finger touched a cellphone left on the bar table, the cellphone wrapped in black goo immediately.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"I am kidnapped! Help!" The macular man used a faked young man voice answered.

"Do you know where you are? Are you safe?"

"I’m safe, for now. It’s a nightclub…" he gave them the address.

"May I have your name please?"

"I am Adam."

"Okay, sir. Our men will be there in 10 minutes, please be calm."

"Hurry!" And he hang on the phone, or more accurately, disconnected the phone.

Adam stood up straight, smiled. He knew he did well as Master ordered him to do so he could enjoy the pleasure throughout his body. When the police arrived, Master might give him the main reward, the first climax after his rebirth.

The visor form on his blank eyes. He walked out and gave a nod to the bouncer. Mike and the bouncer were assigned as guards of the cult and should be more muscular than other followers. But follower like Adam who could arrive to the front of Master, would be assigned as missionaries. They would be given nice looking face and their body would morphed to the most attractive type according to the objects.

Adam walked through the alley, searched target. He had never been so eager to take the initiative to contact strangers. Thanks to Mike for helping him get to know his master. Now with the support of his new brother and the leadership of his master, he had a clear and new goal in life.

"Thank you, master!" He yelled in mind but made no noise in public when enjoying his first main reward at the entrance of alley in the street.

#rubber #mystery fiction #cosmic horror #hp lovecraft inspired #horror story #muscular male #ai image #18+ content #mind control #tofu83 #rubber men

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bornulhuu · 2 days

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Vodjanj, old god of slime and mire.

#lovecraftian #bornulhu art #great old one #original creature #cosmic horror #body horror

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pocketsizedquasar · 2 days

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what if ahab got to be a little cosmic horror? as a treat? (more art from a few months ago because i’m so good at posting)

(ID: several black and white ink drawings of ahab from moby dick.

the first image is a full body drawing, and shows him hunched over wiping ink that’s spilling out of his mouth from his face while holding a harpoon. his eyes are cast in shadow, but what we can see of his expression is dangerous and angry. his form fades into shadow at the bottom of his coat. from the shadowy coat, both his live leg in a boot and his whalebone prosthetic leg are seen, as well as several squid tentacles protruding. there is a silhouette of the full squid behind him, and it melds with his form — it becomes unclear whether the tentacles are coming from Ahab or from the squid.

the second image has two bust drawings of ahab. most of his face is still in shadow, but he is looking at the viewer with a snarl, and we can still see ink stains spilling from his nose and mouth down his chin and onto his coat. the shadows and his snarl deepen in the second drawing. sideways handwriting on the side of the image reads “God help thee, old man; thy thoughts have created a creature in thee.”

the third image is a drawing of both squid-Ahab and starbuck, both from the waist up. they are embracing, ahab with a firm hand on starbuck’s upper arm, and leaning into each other, almost kissing. ahab is smiling mischievously, and starbuck’s face is in a reverent smile. the black ink is dripping from both their mouths down their chins. tentacles are pulling starbuck closer to ahab. behind ahab is a sketchy halo.

ahab has forgone his coat and is wearing a collared shirt and waistcoat. starbuck is wearing a dark blazer.

the fourth image is a pencil sketch of Ahab in profile, grinning, with tentacles and dripping ink drawn in front of him.)

#mobydick #moby dick #ahab #captain ahab #starhab #starbuck #melville #herman melville #cosmic horror #body horror #squid #art #my art

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wealmostaneckbeard · 2 days

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Signalis and Dungeon Meshi: Unorganized Analysis

Both are about crawling through dungeons, fighting monsters, and picking things up to get into inaccessible places.

There's a pair of siblings and a lesbian couple, both are cruelly separated by powerful forces. The living half (Marcille Donato, Elster, Isa Itou, Laios Touden) is willing to do anything to bring back their loved one (Falin Touden, Erika Itou, Ariane Yeong) from the depths of the dungeon. The searchers are motivated not just by love but guilt too, a stubborn refusal to fail their beloved one last time by abandoning then.

Both stories are about the evils of anthropocentric ideologies. It is the inescapable first lense that we all see the world through. It is a subjective, selfish, and almost nihilistic view point. It is the belief that the universe cannot match the significance of humanities existence. For anyone who has loved another human, this is an easy ideology to embrace.

It's also the foundation for hierarchical authoritarianism which dictates that you are either a productive member of humanity or a nonhuman agent of a hostile universe. Those who try to view the universe as itself and not as a means of, or obstacle to, the gratification of human desire are put into the latter grouping. Those who conform are elevated to positions of power within the hierarchy. This is illustrated by the suffering of Ariane Yeong and Laios Touden. As well as the elevation of various political figures in Dungeon Meshi and Kommandant Falke in Signalis.

Both universes feature similar world building elements: a cosmic force grants individual humans their anthropocentric desires resulting in the formation of impossible things. In Signalis, bioresonance allows for the colonization of other worlds and the creation of replikas. In Dungeon Meshi, the Demon's intercession has resulted in the formation of different races, monsters, dungeons, and the magical arts.

And now we come to where the two narratives truly differ with each other:

The characters in Dungeon Meshi are able to triumph over anthropocentric thought and create a better world. Tragically, the characters in Signalis are not able to do the same and become trapped in a hellish existence. This isn't exclusively because of their traits, they are unconsciously conforming to a larger pattern.

In Dungeon Meshi, the natural world still exists and can be defended from corrupting supernatural influence. Even when the earth is devastated by magically augmented warfare, the world is big enough to recover. There are trained specialists, like the canaries, who are able to counter the expansion of dungeons and it's associated threats. Because magic is so important to the world dungeon meshi, knowledge is prevalent with a few severe restrictions.

In Signalis, Vineta/Earth was destroyed by the war between the Eusan Nation and Empire. The closest that people can get to nature is potted plants and a nights sky. The Eusan Nation limits knowledge about bioresonance so that no one can use that to challenge their authority. As a result, no one can understand what's happening during a bioresonance crisis.

In Dungeon Meshi, food preparation is a narrative focal point, it connects people to the world and each other. In Signalis, food is a secondary consideration, it is rationed out by the Eusan Nation, given to good citizens and denied to dissidents.

Ryoku Kui is a japanese manga creator and Rose Engine are a pair of german game developers. One could guess that the artistic differences between them are reflective of their nations history during a certain conflict that happened in the last century...

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whereserpentswalk · 1 day

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There's a city built around an ancient skeleton of an eldritch nightmare, some sort of giant serpent with many heads. They say the skeleton used to have metal armor, but back when metal was harder to come by it was stripped to make spearheads and armor.

The skeleton doesn't do much, and it acts as a natural fortification, so most people don't really question it. Some of the residents of the city, especially from the older and more secretive noble families, worship the skeleton as a spirit of the land. The local priests don't like that they do that, but it's not heresy as long as it's not considered more important then their gods.

Ancient myths have a lot of strange explanations for the skeleton, from it being a dragon that was struck down by the sun god and moon goddess. To it being a servent of the underworld worshiped by the people who lived in this land before its current residents. To it being a patron of the current people of the land, who died protecting them from an army of demons.

There are some residents who live within the bones because there's nowhere else in the city they can go. Foreigners, petty criminals, sex workers, people who've been disowned by their families. Their apartments and houses are in-between an uneven forest of strange an unknowable bones.

And sometimes, for the people who only the bones protect, the outcasts within the skeleton, an old ghost whispers to them, and an image of a many headed serpent in their minds. It calls for them to keep their spirits high and their blades sharp, when the city guards come stalking through the skeleton it calls for them to defend their honer, and when it comes time, it will call for revolution, and the bones many grow their skin again.

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theartofasty · 3 months

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Every now and then I have to post pics like this to remind everyone all my art is traditional and that I look too much like a caveman to be doing digital art

#asty art #artists on tumblr #traditional art #body horror #cosmic horror #dark art #horror art #traditional painting #painting #gouache painting #drawing

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signerjarts · 1 year

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“The North Sea Crone”

#art #comic #eldritch #lovecrafian #cosmic horror

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theotherhappyplace · 7 months

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Finished this pixel art animation loop for The Other Happy Place game!!!

#pixel art #pixel artist #pixel animation #pixel horror #gamedev #the other happy place #cosmic horror

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bethanythebogwitch · 5 months

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Silent Hill kinda strikes me as the anti-cosmic horror. Cosmic horror is all about how insignificant and meaningless you are compared to these unknowable forces and entities before whom concepts like good and evil are meaningless. In Silent Hill, however, the unknowable force is deeply interested in you and you personal problems and has a sense of morality and this is a very bad thing for you.

#cosmic horror #lovecraftian #silent hill

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skyscrapergods · 4 months

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has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.