O.6.14
The needles move toward you and breach your skin. Hundreds of points inject something at once.
You blink. Twin Faces killing worms. You are driven deep into the ground. Far below, three lines meet. Something is born, or awakened, where they touch, formed by friction and pressure. A massive creature stands over a monolith. Several long, jointed legs extend from its body, sharp enough to cut stone. It sees you. Smaller things begin spilling from it. Hundreds. Thousands. Unfinished shapes rush toward you until you can’t breathe.