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Beyond dark. Beyond horror. Beyond forever that foul shadow sinks.
Until a crimson room, deeply folded and overstuffed with darkly rich red fabrics focuses to now. A large murky mirror fills one wall. The 2 little girls sit on tarnished, mismatched and ancient golden thrones facing that looming mirror.
“She is mine. She is lost to you little lost ones.”
In the mirror the 2 little girls can see the Captain, on her knees at the feet of that decrepit, old king, adoringly kissing the rings on his bony, rotting fingers, her lips dry and worshiping.
“Leave her here with me. Go without your pointless fight and I will not smear your crew into forever never been. Go back to your ship and the rest of your nobodies. Go and leave this thing here to me.”