The being was as ancient as the primordial abyss, a thing of unspeakable power and malevolence that had existed since the dawn of time. It had been born from the very essence of hate and contempt, with an unquenchable thirst for destruction. It had once been known by many names, feared and revered by those who knew of its existence. But now, after aeons of wandering the cosmos, those names had faded into obscurity, lost in the mists of time like forgotten relics of a bygone era.
The creature was no mere extra-terrestrial voyager, but a cosmic surfer, riding through the boundless expanse on a wave of electromagnetic radiation and celestial detritus. Its form was shapeless and ever-changing, contorting and undulating with the ebbs and flows of the currents that propelled it forward.
The journey was long and arduous, spanning countless light-years as the entity traversed space. Memories of past misdeeds swirled and twisted in its mind, a never-ending spiral of carnage and bloodshed that had driven it to the very edges of the universe in search of new prey. In the absence of flesh to consume, the being’s palate was left with a dismal void, a hunger that gnawed at it with unrelenting ferocity. Its memories became its nutriment, its lifeblood – and it drank deeply from their wellspring of violence and death.
The entity had no destination in mind, no purpose other than the primal urge to seek out sustenance and sustenance alone. And as it rode the cosmic waves, it felt an irresistible pull, a beckoning from a nearby source, promising nourishment and entertainment beyond its wildest dreams. It did not know where this call originated, only that it was too tantalising to resist. And so it rode on, drawn ever closer to the source of this irresistible ‘siren song.’
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