Aaneq's Ramblings

Ythrill tells of a time far beyond quanix comprehension; of a race that telepathy fails to accurately describe, of a scene bathed in hazy memories taking place in a nebulous location. She tells of a being I once ran across, a shape-shifting amalgamation of the lost souls of the veil, a terrifying beast hidden behind tattered priestly robes and a quanix facade.

...And the damned, chained to his pedestal, scattered his words like seeds through the courtroom, though none could find their way to be sewn into the minds of his judges. The executioner, the harbinger of a particular brand of justice, stepped forward.
What a strange play, by the damned prisoner, to instead call upon perceived faults of justice. He was soon silenced. But his words sprouted within her mind, spread their roots and linked thought to thought, idea to idea, growing to become a nagging, aching parasite in her perfect view of the world.
It grew, matured, blossomed, and finally bloomed.