Epoch of the Brood God
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Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
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Cassandra
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
Grace and Cassandra joined forces to confront the arrival of the sound together... but the outcome was completely unexpected. Meanwhile, on the other side, Damian discovered a subtle anomaly in Cassandra's paper...
Grace, worried about Cassandra, went to check on her, only to find Cassandra unconscious. She took care of her until she regained consciousness. Drawing from what Cassandra had previously confided in her about the troubling experiences, Grace quietly conducted her own online research. The two close friends then had a truly open and honest conversation.
Still feeling humiliated, Cassandra returned to her apartment. Unintentionally, memories of her childhood and student years surfaced in her mind. The irritation refused to fade. She didn’t want to drag Grace into this, and she was afraid Grace wouldn’t believe her. Even more terrifying was the possibility that Grace would misunderstand her, just like Damien had.
She turned to the internet again to search for more information. On one conspiracy-theory forum, she discovered an anonymous user sharing an experience of a similar “inner calling”…
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