Praise Posture by Fog Baptism

Howls float through the black of night, dissolving into silence before reshaping themselves into footsteps; measured, deliberate, barely audible along the margins of shadow. They vanish again, swallowed by the dark, only to return with greater force: sharp, mechanical, cold. Each strike of heel against earth is a signal. Something once feral now walks with purpose.

What stirs in this liminal space is neither beast nor machine, but a convergence. Instinct hardened into intent. Motion stripped to its most menacing form. Whatever it is, it is no longer wandering.

It is advancing.

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