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Insecta's doom


Linear flapping and then a sting, the wavering insecta crashes against the Oculus. Scratching upon reflections of irritation, the tear duct leaks lucid white trickling down walls of skin. The struggle begins whilst the Oculus screams red, to have a quick ridding of it's stranger. Sharp stings on its comfort haven, The trigger causes a submerge in aqua munda. Therein, the stranger lays in death's wake. Floating defeatedly in aqua's grip, Insecta's soul is borne into the endless deep. Oculus morphs from red to white, with victory playing on its glossy screen. Soaked walls tells tales of struggle won.
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