“Perhaps it began as nothing. A weed poking up through barren soil. Or perhaps it was always what it is – a destructive force – it doesn’t matter. At some point, the thing in the dark grew hungry. It realized that it was living in the shadow of the world. And it wanted out.”

“Perhaps it began as nothing. A weed poking up through barren soil. Or perhaps it was always what it is – a destructive force – it doesn’t matter. At some point, the thing in the dark grew hungry. It realized that it was living in the shadow of the world. And it wanted out.”

— Victoria Schwab