CW: tentacles, 2nd person, corruption, non con, mass recruitment
Shooting stars.
Beautiful motes of light far in the sky.
Look at them fall
Down
Down
Down
Bright tails behind them.
You admire them, lying on the hill's comfortable grass,
Seeing them
Fall
Fall
Fall

But something is off, when you look closely at the trails...
They... trembled and remained.
Streaks across the sky.
Like wounds in reality.
Shiverring.
You feel uneasy, but the twisted spectacle is...
Simply fascinating...

The streaks start to... widen now.
As they do, through them slip purple tendrils
Like worms, slithering out, spreading them further
You see within a flowing liquid, through which great eyes peer.
Fear takes over fascination
And you run

But its gaze is fixed upon you, and you can feel your very soul trembling under it, crackling slightly.
You can barely breathe, fleeing.
Tendrils lowering themselves to try and bind you.
But you're going to escape.
You must escape.

A light purple mist falls from the rift.
You can't help but breathe it in.
It's ever shifting,
As much a peaceful river as a sandstorm,
As much an old library as a candy shop.
It's...
Alive, in a way.
Making you hesitate slightly, unsteady.

But you keep on going, desperate.
Mist filling your lungs,
Steps heavy, as if the very ground sucked them in,
Stuck to them...
You look down. Finally, you notice it.
And your heart skips a beat.
A sticky liquid covers the ground, climbing a bit along.
You trip, falling into it

You feel stuck to the ground, struggling,
Only getting stuck further,
As the tentacles reach for your helpless body,
Dragging you
Up
Up
Up
Into the rift,
Into the purple.

The world is drowned out by it all,
As the uncountable eyes surround you,
As the tentacles coil further around you.
Under the close scrutiny, you feel it peer deep within you.
Almost as though it was slithering into the cracks it made before, worsening them
Infiltrating your mind

But the strangest thing is that...
It feels...
Good?
Not just good, it's amazing!
Feeling it nestle itself, teasing pleasures you never thought you had!
Or did it create them?
It doesn't matter.
You crave them.

And it knows that, coiling softly around your form, as it brings you further and further into its domain.
Your mind changing as it wills.
It's everywhere,
Everything.
And you are more than glad to give yourself away to it.
To let yourself melt in bliss,

In this endless world,
Where time has no meaning,
Where pleasure is all that exists,
Your mind drained away to feed it further.
And then.
It lets you go.
No time has passed, yet it feels like centuries.
You know its wishes.
To have its attention again, you need to bring it to all

Driven solely by that desire.
More than simple lust,
A need,
You have to spread Its greatness to those who have yet to experience it.
If you cannot return, you will bring it here, and let it finally take you, and all of humanity.