shapes >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> colors
everyone trying to fight me over my position will not be able to survive the grand and terrible era of all encompassing darkness
you best come to your senses, the REST of your senses, lest you forget how to navigate without your fraught and petty tricks of the light
(begins chuckling and the sinister shape of my laugh invades you, building as it emerges, a colorless blade of serrated sardonia, jagged cackles and guffaws, inescapable, even as you force your eyes shut, each and every tooth rakes the very folds of your mind)