Mania (Fever Dreams Collection #1)
Prologue
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To taste a soul is to taste creation itself.
Some souls taste sickly sweet—some salty like ocean brine drying on your lips.
The flavors are just as complex as the human tethered to it.
A medley of experiences stacked on top of each other.
A layered cake. Lifetimes upon lifetimes of singular experiences.
They taste like the divine. And I do not discriminate.
I welcome them, weary travelers.
Fated to lay their tired heads inside my walls.
Lost souls with nowhere to go. Their purpose muddied, smudged, stained.
They seek solace and find only suffering. They seek redemption and find only me .
Those are the ones who taste the sweetest. Like a fine nectar, their souls brim with the loveliest of woes. From their first steps inside my walls, I devour them. Nourish myself on what keeps them alive and yearning—on what keeps them ripe and succulent.
And even after death and decay, I feed.
My hunger only grows.
Hungry.
Hungry.
Hungry.
Can you hear the bell ring?