Diamond dust swirl in spirals, nothing settles down around here.

I have come for the Beetle King, it is time to take up the regency. He has wandered too far, for too long… an entire realm awaits his return. Still, he refuses to come home despite my pleas.

He eases into a human shell and paints his face. Tears of ink run down his cheeks and he asks, “Have you ever seen the man behind the mask? I will show him to you… then ask me again if I would allow you bind me to such fate.”

…soon, my friends we will come to know that the puppet master is himself a puppet.
The beast was here all along…

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