Unfortunately this one didn't turn out the way I wanted, but it's time to move on!
Hopefully you'll like it
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Ainsi nos peurs deviennent réelles
quand la trame des mondes autres est rompue...
Nos cauchemars se matérialisent en ce monde et l'effroi s'y répand...
So our fears become real
when the weaving of other worlds is broken ...
Our nightmares materialize in this world and fear spreads there ...
I like it a lot, the darks makes it more gloomy and scary. It makes me think of a genetic modification of the resurrection of the Kraken
There is a famous poem about the legend of the Kraken made by young Alfred Tennyson publiced in 1830 werd gepubliceerd.
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.