[No, the door in his mind buckles and bulges as, a second time, something beyond all comprehension begins to peer through the keyhold. Something just between the cleft of his frontal lobe blinks and begins to crawl out.
The Eye responds to its call.
And Elias stares deep into it, the massive thing pouring through his veins and blood and thoughts and memories and fears and terrors and sick addictions, drawn fluid along spider webs, and as the Archive calls it by its true name, by its concept, calls sweet terror to terror...
It answers, and Elias is struck by the magnificence of this moment of becoming.]
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The Eye responds to its call.
And Elias stares deep into it, the massive thing pouring through his veins and blood and thoughts and memories and fears and terrors and sick addictions, drawn fluid along spider webs, and as the Archive calls it by its true name, by its concept, calls sweet terror to terror...
It answers, and Elias is struck by the magnificence of this moment of becoming.]