SCP Foundation

It is - what is your word? - necrosis. The soul concretized has a form that may succumb, may begin to… die, when intrusion can no longer be borne. [laughs] Too late, now, now that we have opened up our passageways to smell and swallow and let it in. An eft that poisons itself with its own toxins. Always bleed it dry before you devour it, even if you are starving otherwise. Like metal that won't go away, won't come out, even though I must -
The world is rupturing. The song - it has festered now, longer than my memory, since before the histories were written. But no abscess remains forever. If not lanced, they tear open of their own accord. And now - the skin of reality thins. Stretches taut. Rhythm and melody, even the words…

Как видишь, да. Туруушо же такой загадочный, странный :"3