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I Dreamt Of A God, Ozmodus

I Dreamt Of A God, Ozmodus

I dreamt of a God, Ozmodus with whom a civilization of man had grown up with. He’s an immense planet of a being sitting in distant space like a moon. On his gray-purple surface sprout 8 thick stalks of flesh topped with bulging eyes, and just north of the center of this being rests the largest and seemingly most sentient eye – the eye of the beholder.

Mankind held countless legends of Ozmodus grown from fear and respect. Some say his eyes tallied the deeds of men and one day he’d visit their civilization and blow away the useless people with a great breath. Others say he watched the Earth as one watches a yogurt pot gather its culture till it is ripe to eat.

Ozmodus never moves, the current generation believes. Although elders speak of elders who have seen Ozmodus clench his brow in anger, and it was a terrible site to see. Others believe Ozmodus has become bigger with time, indicating his slow travel toward their planet. No one knows the origin, future, or meaning of Ozmodus. He is a God.

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