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The torrent of locusts, which issue forth like smoke from their mouths, ravage the fields and flesh and plague with fetid discharge.

Swathed in deafening thrumming wings - a pulsating casket of pestilence

Laid to rest in a shroud - a shroud of locusts!



The Sunlight is stained through their gritty crystalline wings!

An infectious miasma - inhaling plumes of fecal dust.



Famished and deprived of nourishment she is prostrated by emaciation, succumbing to ravenous neurosis the withered feral mother devours her young.



And so it begins swathed in deafening thrumming wings, defiled by a shroud of writhing locusts - the seeds of the metamorphosis.