It lives in the well. It grew down there. Poisoning everything. Changing everything. Into something like the world it came from. Into what it knows. We all know it’s coming, but we can’t get away. It’s got everything that lives. They all drunk the water. It got strong. Fed itself on them. It came from the stars… where things ain’t like they are here. It’s just a color. But it burns.
It’s just a color.
It’s not out there. It’s in here. It’s in the static. It’s in the moisture. Up is down. Fast is slow. What’s in here is out there, and what’s out there is in here now. Comprendo?
