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>It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Kronii; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room.
>And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow doglike hands peering from behind fallen monuments.
>And I saw greenish text and obscene images coming from the dark, sending waves of destruction through my pants.
>I felt the hand of an unseen presence, whirling, churning and playfully struggling with my (now dimming) sun.
>Then Kroniis instruments played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, whilst shadows of grotesque clock-like shape came out and squatted on their heads.
>It was then that I, who was more redpilled and more based than the rest, awoke from my stupor mumbling a trembling protest about “shizophrenia” and “medicine”, Kronii drave us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets.
>I screamed aloud that I was not a coomer, that I never could be coomer; and others screamed with me for solace.
>We sware to one another that the citywasexactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the faggy faces we made.
>I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary formations much alike a militia of minutemen and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them.
>Once we looked at the pavement and found it to be the road on which a fabled man had supposedly ascended past the limitation of the human form, becoming something blasphemous and obscene.
>We split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a clattering chair.
>Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, moaning in maddening way. >My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows.
>rackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls.
>The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf.
>I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight.
>As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable:
>a screaming sentient, dumbly delirious, mass of people and bosoms.
>Of beautifully bewitching busty bosoms, of all sizes, forms and shapes engaging in the most wondrously wicked of acts; in space above the sphres of light and darkness.
>And through this revolting mass of muffled moans of woman and man, maddening beatings of meat, I saw the ultimate gods of paizuri and sex whose souls is Kronii the warden of time.