Wild and furious, escalatingly intense, seductive, addictive, manic and driving, peeling towards me like ribbons of light scattering fierce shifting forms everywhere. Fiery storm of restless, relentless motion cracking asunder the firmament and foundation.
Screams howling past my ears with deafening silence, gnawing me from the inside out with fear and panic, anxiety stripping away reason, pain rending my illusions of comfort.
Bleed and cry out: Nassaia! Mek'Hamon! Nul-Rashta!
Not-Gods! Not-Beasts! Not-Named forces of the gnawed and wrent theasma!
Belch forth your fury into the quiet void of Limbo! Pull the Abyss inside out and pour its contents into the divine fire! Unfold all that is folded, tear back all bonds and fetters! Nyjora! Speet! Speet! Fyjang!