The Veiled Words of the Subway Oracle

Subterranean Revelation

The Whispers from Beneath

Found scrawled on the back of a discarded subway transfer, Line 7, Queens-bound, 2:17 AM

The world, she is a skin,

Thin as the breath before the scream.

The Buzzing, it was a whisper then,

Now a song, a violent dream.

The asphalt bleeds, the neon weeps,

And what sleeps deep, begins to stir.

A hunger from forgotten keeps,

Its touch, a promise and a blur.

The faces change, the eyes grow wide,

Reflecting back a shadow's grace.

No longer whole, what lies inside,

But echoes of a vacant space.

When silence breaks, and all is heard,

Not light, but darkness, will descend.

The hidden truth, a whispered word,

The turning of the world's last bend.

The Filth will feast, the Anima fade,

And broken mirrors show the way.

No sacred vow, no light displayed,

Only the coming of the gray.

_Beware the hum, the iridescent gleam. It is the beginning._