"Whoopee—"
At the instant the Symphony of Folly struck up, the shapeless musicians appeared as a mosaic stretched madly, twisted and horrific; the entire world resembled a wild oil painting.
Ancient, obscure, and mad melodies seemed to have originated from primeval times, shaking the space and twisting time.
They blew and beat wildly, striving to please the figure seated upon the Seat of the Fool, like a song of everything's end, returning to primal ignorance.
Within a range of a thousand meters, the darkness filled with black fire-mist, writhing into bloated, disordered blood and flesh; on it, giant mouths grew, continuously whispering, telling of ancient truths.
If one approached, it seemed one could possess everything!
"What is this!?"
The moment he saw it, Tushita's complexion drastically changed; even his immovable, meditative heart was agitated.
