Chorus of the Neverborn 170
Artist’s Comments: Drawing this page killed a tiny piece of my soul. Also, because I realized belatedly that the text is super hard to read:
Darkness is hidden beneath the shroud of life.
Our anger grows.
How dare they kill what has never been born.
You will be our eyes.
To destroy the castle of life, you need remove only one stone.
One stone and everything collapses into the void.
Surrender unto me your name and forever shall you dance between life and death.
This is your purpose.
This is your sentence.
You are The Inspector no more.
Author’s Comments: 🙂
Fantastic.
Is… is that pro-lifer propaganda?
“What has never been born” in this case was instead spontaneously generated from the pure chaos of possibility.
So, uh… no.
You know, after taking a second look I think I missed something the first time: Why is the big guy with lots of eyes only crying from two of them?