You lay still in the stomach of The Guardian for what could have been any amount of time. All you could remember anymore was this place. Nothing else remained.
Then, at long last, that changed. A voice in the dark called to you, and you followed it through the unfathomably complex maze of The Guardian's internal organs.
"The heart of The Guardian... as defenseless as a worm on a hook."
You stared, silent, in your reverence. There it was. The single organ that kept it all running.
"Why delay?"
Why delay, indeed? You thought many thoughts and pondered many questions in that moment. Was there a point in waiting?
No.
You tore at The Guardian's heart in a mad bloodlust, insatiable, unstoppable, as the one who had brought you to this place was torn to shreds.
A heart monitor flatlined.
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A Fishing Trip
FantasyTeach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man about the Guardian, and he won't dare eat again. Utter nonsense. But in an almost entertaining way. I hope.
