The Brilliance Luna
White winter wings whip on winds. Traces of orange and black along paper thin membrane. It flies overhead turning and tumbling, spinning as it soars through the sky. All the while a blanket of spores fall from its wings. Like oil sheen dandelion seeds these airborne invaders spin through the air taking on a life.
Anything they touch begins to turn in some wicked way. Livestock becomes rabid, breathing hard and heavy while growth like tumours sprout from the body. Plants become unnatural things, either dying suddenly only to regrow black and tainted or surge with new life veins popping out amongst flesh. Humans become much much worse. As the seeds syringe stick into flesh the host begins to warp. Skin melts and runs like fat bring held to a candle. Organs grow in size or multiply. Digits join together or become great bushels of fingers and toes.
The great Moth brings everlasting change, a way to transcend humanity.
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