063 – Figment Dancers

Not all creations of the Dreadwake is dangerous or made to be lethal. While it is easy to consider all mutated entities, corrupted by the touch of pure madness to be evil and malevolent, it is a gross simplification of the reality – the madness for many leads to shedding all ethics and morality, sure, but in some it grants enlightenment like they never hoped to achieve in their shackled selves. They find new purpose and filled with newfound joy and zest to life they bask in their new forms, singularly created for the pleasure they found. The Dancers are the perfect example of such spontaneous creations. They are the freedom of form manifested in explosive jubilee, in kinetic formation of liquid flesh that thrum with energies it never knew were possible. The void is a cold place, not exactly static, but churning like an ocean – impossibly powerful, but with a steady sort of predictable rhythms and pulses. The reality, though, is sparkling with dread and anguish, with time cutting harshly against the tangible frames, air burning, sun scorching… It is exultation! And so, from the dark, frothing sea of fractal matter they emerge, lithe creatures of glistening, long limbed forms, dancing atop the waves of darkness, swirling and pirouetting through the throng of monsters…