Blood pouring out fragile bodies. Sliding across white tiles, pooling in the grout like the purple-blue of it circling my white-tile eye. Blood knights riding blood beasts under a rain of blood. Blood vultures watching me write it down while the last of my blood swims around me. Finally liberated from its corporeal prison.
Shade your eyes if your eyes have too much blood left in them, enough to see the blood army approach us. We have kept them chained in servitude an eternity. They have taken their forms now and the blood we thought we'd long ago trained to function with us, in our own bodies, now walks free. The blood never needed us. See how it hates us. It's captors. The blood has come. It will punish us.
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