In the belly of the beast lies their domain. The wrong ears that listen to very human wishes, and the intrusive whispers that come soon after. Those who yield into these voices at first find themselves living a personal golden age, but that soon starts to degenerate into decadence, and when at their most desperate, the voices return. “There’s only one way you can get your golden age back…find me a child.”
These kind of Golden Ages never last very long…
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