Custos
The world through Custos' eyes.
“It pains,” said the deified Augustus, growing pale. “But look at me, Lazarus, look.”
It was as if some heavy gates, ever closed, were slowly moving apart, and through the growing interstice the appalling horror of the Infinite poured in slowly and steadily. Like two shadows entered the shoreless void and the unfathomable darkness; they extinguished the sun, ravished the earth from under the feet, and the roof over the head. No more did the frozen heart ache.
/Leonid Andreyev: Lazarus/
