The thing, once a man, the thing, once nearly a god, the thing… Malevolence blazed in the furnace of its soul, the glowing embers shining with hatred through those spheres which were once called eyes. They circled its head, and it saw all about itself—loathing all it could see.
“You were once wise.”
The mass shifted. The voice was remembered, if not the face. One eye, the eye facing the stranger, turned a softer hue. The face stirred something, memories of a dream.
“You, the first to leave; you said, ‘…to seek wisdom.’ Is this the wisdom you sought?”
Tale Told 