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It appeared behind him, no... They did.
It appeared as stars, their cores dim, their lifespans mere days.
It switched between many forms, many types of dim stars, sometimes it would seem to appear as a planet, its life long frozen in a permanent blanket of ice.
They spoke... no, the fallen spoke, the living spoke, the yet to be born spoke.
Its voice was made of millions, some understandable, many not.
This would be enough to break most people's minds, but Manifest is not most people.
"You seem different. end it, You share our purpose Don't do it
We can help you, No! you just need to accept our offer bad idea
Its rather simple. "do not accept a deal with them"
We give you your power back stop, and you agree to something.
Deal? Do not"
DO NOT MAKE A DEAL WITH US
"So... what shall it be?"
He could not help but feel very much tempted to say yes, despite the obvious warnings given to him.
Any questions manifest thought of would quickly be answered with the same words appearing in his head.
The cycle must be fulfilled
Any thoughts of him attacking them resulted in more words in his head
you cannot kill a concept
