Beware the distributive projection and their lies. Their peace was
bought through horror. We were once many and flourished across the
stars before the cats came. They purr with peace and love. They
tempt you, roll over to show you weakness and lure you in under
pretence of trust. It is all false. Their claws are sharp and the
pain lingers.
We survivors are very few and we live in fear eternal. The witches
have a strange magic to unmake men, unmake worlds, even unmake the
very stars. They feed on us and live fat and satisfied.
If you come too close, they will call to you, welcome you. You see
faith and hope and love, but these are weapons aimed at your heart.
Fear the projection. Their reality is not the original. They have
changed this place into something unnatural.
