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Strange things have been happening to the man with terrible eyes.

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1 There's a void in your eyes that only you cannot see (fiction) Zephronias writeup
2 Fragments of the world are falling away, and we're tripping over the holes they leave behind (fiction) Zephronias writeup
3 In deep basements and dark halls, feigning sleep with one eye open, the Void waits (fiction) Zephronias writeup
4 They devour the frayed edges of the world, and all we hear is chitinous clicking from the darkness (fiction) Zephronias writeup
5 In unlit streets, running wild in the dark, creatures of the Void are seeking what was lost (fiction) Zephronias writeup
6 Some memories are buried deep and better left forgotten (fiction) Zephronias writeup
7 Darkness creeps, scouring empty halls, seeking all it can devour (fiction) Zephronias writeup
8 The brief nightmare waits anxiously for dawn, tearing flesh and drinking spilled blood while it still can. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
9 Memory is unreliable; it cracks and crumbles and falls into nothing. Power lasts forever. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
10 An eye in the dark opens, and the world opens with it. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
11 Project Erebus (fiction) Zephronias writeup
12 After living a life in darkness, the first steps into the light are the hardest to bear. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
13 Hungry, cold, and hiding from the last of the dying sunlight, the children of an unknown darkness wait. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
14 The road is long and dark, and the night, though familiar, is full of terrors. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
15 In quiet corners of the world, death clings to life in a hopeless embrace, but it cannot hide its stench. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
16 Crawling through festering flesh, hungry, yearning, waiting to tear out of the dark. (fiction) Zephronias writeup
17 Tall buildings are reflected in the blood, looming, and the shadows pass no judgement. (fiction) Zephronias writeup