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- Skubli -
Vanishing umbrage.
The crimson shadows pulsated around the small consciousness, warping and surrounding the primal mind before receding back to a safe distance. The deep red veil continuously wove themselves around the tiny mind before them, overpowering any thought that attempted to enter the mind they tormented.
An archaic chorus of dark, powerful voices permeated the shadows as the small creature slowly blended into the oblivion.
This was the way it will be. This is the way it was. This is the way it is.
Crimson shades and deep crescendos carried on for eternity.
A shudder traversed the darkness as the deep echoes became piercing screams. The shadows swelled and burst with an insurmountable amount of chaos as a single voice penetrated the oblivion.
"Come little ones. Time to wake."
It could hear.
The miniscule consciousness shuddered as the elder voice pierced the crimson veil of shade. The ancient consciousness was not undying, such as the shadows were, but was instead ancient. It had aged throughout time and spoke with the weight of the experiences it had endured.
The tiny consciousness followed the voice into the darkness, slowly drifting behind the ancient one.
The voice had given the creature a clarity of existence.
Goblin.
"...goob?"
As a second voice spoke, the creature became aware of the cold stone beneath its back, of the sharp claws it possessed as they dug into its skin. It could feel.
A vile taste entered the goblin's mind as his mouth processed the putrid combination of saliva and dust. Ever so slowly, the consciousness began to emerge. He could taste.
"...gobble."
With the arrival of the third voice came the dull, musty scent of the cave the small goblin presided in. He was unsure of how he knew this concept, but it was certainly present within his mind. He could smell.
As the presence of the others' physical bodies came into his senses, the tiny creature gained his final sense of sight.
He could see.
With all five senses complete, he was now a sentient being.
Skubli was.