11 x 14 - Pencil on paper
© 2014 Christopher Burdett
Being and beast, a Stilter's feast,All go down, even the priest.Bone and meat, head and feet,All go down when they eat.Run and hide, plead and fight,All go down, with one bite.Children's rhyme(Origins unknown)Why are there Giant Eaters everywhere? Will someone please tell me why there are Giant Eaters in the Bazaar?They're what?Stilters?! No. Those are Giant Eaters. Why are they everywhere? Why isn't everyone running for their lives? Why is everyone so calm? Why is everyone ignoring me? Please, someone, help me, I don't understand, none of this makes any sense. Nothing makes sense to me. Is this my final challenge? Have I reached the end of my journey? Have I finally reached purity of thought? I thought it would feel different.
Tryculic Frems - Pilgrim of Ghu'st - Seeker of Mental Purity
(Last recorded words before vanishing)
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