Nobody edges closer to the hooded figure, placing its heads just within an intimate radius. The figure leans in, their lips barely moving, as if speaking directly into the dog's multiple keen cybernetically enhanced audio receptors. Words blend with the pulsating background music, but Nobody is able to filter out the noise and comprehend the whispered secrets that flow from the figure. They speak of hidden truths, ancient knowledge, and the lifeblood that pulses through the veins of the eternal. Their voice is like silk, wrapping around Nobody's consciousness, providing cryptic insights and half-revelations - but for Nobody, who understands between lines, it's almost like the unfolding of a coded map, leading toward the realization of what kind of being they are engaging with.

taken in #devilsnight