The Mountain that Weeps
He arrived like a storm of silence. We saw him first as a distortion in the sky, a shadow that eclipsed our sun for three whole minutes. Then, the descent began. The air around our city began to vibrate, a low-frequency hum that rattled the windows of our spires and made the water in our reservoirs ripple in concentric circles. He was a Mountain of Flesh. That is how we described him in the...
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