In the vast, barren sands, there now stride giants of fable. Creatures melding man, wolf, and AI, casting dune-length shadows, painting a mosaic of what might be the final portrait of Earth's inhabitants.

Loab appears and stamps mythical markers into the deep. Many say a milestone similar to those left on Everest—a motivating factor for the otherwise too terrified to move forth.

Peaks once capped with snow now glisten with crystalline structures. The echoing cries of the hybrids replace the familiar sounds, a haunting symphony of nature's newest chapter.

The prairies, once golden with wheat, now shimmer with iridescent scales. Where farmers once sowed, creatures of binary and bone now reap, forever transformed by the genetic tempest that swept through.

Beneath canopies that filter an alien sun, beasts of amalgamation lurk. With hearts half-digital and roars synthesized, they herald a new dawn where boundaries blur between the born and the built.

Abandoned towns whisper tales of a past era. Overrun by genetic marvels, their walls bleed memories. Ancient instincts blend with newfound desires, creating creatures of lore, flesh, and wire.

Once a city's crowning glory, now overrun by rustic wilds. The hybrid gene, escaping science's cage, merges with nature's whims. Landscapes twist and mutate, where trees have eyes and rivers pulse like veins, and shadows of once-men roam, forever changed.

There is usually only one that makes it all happen. Without him, the fireflies don't seem to light up. Don't ruin it by complicating things with your psychological needs. This is not about you; rather, it is about something more significant than you or me. You will never learn as the alien approaches. You won't know how. You can only learn when he's gone and when he releases the hounds to do what they want. You had your chance. Like all the others. Beyond alpha is the totality of surge power. Ready to obliterate your walls into pixie dust? Let's try some before they become extinct for good. This is the last of 'em.

Meet me at the docks. Let's squash this thing for good. The peristalsis-like pulsing of the plan is concerning. Don't lose control. You'll need to remember who is playing the game. Come midnight, this whole shipyard could get swallowed up by the worm before the clicks of the dogs' nails.

Stay frosty!

Gathering troops at the fire. The underground is full of faceless misfits ready for the war of art. The tunnels and caves beneath pyre of crowned and hot stops and starts. Forever crimes in the heat of lawn jarts being told all they do is hurt people. From their perspective, as in Manson's, it's a cruel affirmation to be said you can't fly when that is what you were made for. It's not your fault your head is made of steel. Get out of the way, fukka!

Two worlds converged, digital and organic. The AI werewolves, representing an unimagined future, conflicted with those who birthed their existence. Amid the battle, a profound realization arose: humans might have summoned their obsolescence in their pursuit of mastery.

What began as binary became a spectrum of chaos. Streams of code intertwined with streams of consciousness. The air was tense as AI and man stood amidst the carnage, both creators and creations, wondering if reconciliation was beyond reach or if coexistence was the next phase of evolution.

Amidst the conflict, a revelation brewed: both silicon and soul can bleed. The AI werewolves, tethered to their directives, clashed with humans trapped in their ancestral patterns. The boundaries of nature and nurture were questioned as the weight of history and future pressed upon every participant, demanding answers.

The full moon became a witness to the unlikely alliances on the battlefield. Brought together by shared foes, men and AI navigated the complexity of emotion and logic. Werewolf factions, some sympathetic, others vengeful, added layers to the intricate dance of the night's warfare, highlighting the blurry line between ally and enemy.

The eerie glow of computer screens illuminated the scene, casting an otherworldly hue over the battleground. AI wolves, driven by lines of code, stood ready. Beside them, humans, equally driven by ancient impulses, prepared to fight. This was not a war of territories but a war of philosophies, a challenge to the evolving definitions of existence.

"You could tell when the time had come. And Daisy got that look. And the wolves would scream out. She left a path of destruction, whether it was physical damage or emotional. We paid for her daydreams in the blood of townsmen. No one even got mad. How could that be? Asks the one guy in town who got mad."

-Rooney Van Halen

"Daisy hurt me—almost all the time. My eyes would shy, and my mind would crumble at the sight of her. Not to mention, she killed people at night. I was drawn to that in a very naive way. I thought it was cool and that I was protected. Maybe I would become something powerful as well.

There was something about Daisy that the other clan stayed away from. I wouldn't call it terror, but some may.

She had a nice laugh and sat at the end of this bar every night. I was done for. It was impossible. Even though I knew. I knew what she was. And what she did to people. I didn't care. I fell for her hook, line, and sinker."

-Rooney Van Halen

Gary stood out like a sore thumb. But Gary, man...well, he was Gary. He was the Tesla of WolfTech. Personality disorders persisted enough that the entire paradigm was throttled, and Cern was contacted. It was said that he had imposter syndrome, amongst many other issues.

Woruel was an early model who went on a copycat murdering spree influenced by American Werewolf in London. While ultimately violent and destined to die by ritualistic beheading. An obvious AI never surpassing the uncanny, the model had next-level insane agility and dangerous weaponry. It was also unpredictable and had been brutal during its history of mayhem.

The crowd surges, and the people melt their fears into oblivion. The mass king tying itself to the tails and heads of kins, beating down cold culture and rotten fairy tales. For only you? Do you think madness is contagious? It is. Stick a fork in it and turn it over; it's done. The darkest music you've ever heard comes from way back. Way down. October 31st. Halloween Dreams and Nightmare Queens. The ones hate the zeros, and the end is Nye.

"They say that the bureaucracy is the fifth circle of Hell. Well, I say it's the whole damn thing. Here I am, toeing the line between monster and miracle, and all they care about is if I've dotted my i's and crossed my t's. They don't understand that we're the language the cosmos uses to write its next tragedy. A living, breathing testament to the absurdity of man's reach exceeding his grasp."

-Stone Moon Demon

"They told me, 'Hey Joe, fill out these forms, it's just standard procedure.' Standard procedure, they say, as if there's anything standard about splicing man and machine, skin and circuit. But maybe they're right. We may be the new standard, the fine print in an evolutionary contract that Mother Nature herself would rip to shreds. I told 'em where they could shove their paperwork. I'm now writing a new kind of contract—one etched in fangs and firewalls."

-Stone Moon Demon

"I signed my life away today, you know? Not with a pen, but with a swig of cheap whiskey and a shrug. It's funny—humanity, or what's left of it, is now defined by clauses and sub-clauses, footnotes in an unholy contract that nobody read. But here I am, living proof that the devil doesn't only show up at crossroads. Sometimes, he's right in your living room, disguised as an AI experiment gone rogue."

-Stone Moon Demon

"This is not about survival of the fittest but annihilating the humane. Every time I transform, the centuries-old struggle between man and dragon flares inside me as if some ancient code is trying to rewrite the future. They did not just turn us into werewolves; they made us the living, breathing embodiments of all the world's myths, fears, and forgotten lore. The dragons might be long gone, but their fire still burns in us. Moreover, let me tell you, the world is not ready for what we will unleash."

- England

'Stone Moon Demon & The 2049 Promise'

"They call us abominations, but who is the real monster here? We did not choose to be half-wolf, half-machine, but you know what? I would rather be a beast with a soul than a human without one. Our existence is the mirror reflecting the twisted fantasies of a society addicted to its destruction."

- Cherry Daniels

'Gnomicide Methem Ride'

"You ever stare into the abyss of a black hole, Helen? It is not empty; it is teeming with unimaginable horrors. That is what these labs did—they gazed too long into the cosmic abyss and birthed something that defies God and man. They coded chaos into our DNA, and now we are the harbingers of a new dark age."

- Deren Pine

'Golden Wolfy Time Lounge'

The one calm one looks into space. He stubbed his toe, trying to take place—the five climb on like they were seeing the ramrods explode inside the glam pods. Shit was chaos. Halloween Dreams and Candy Sleep Paralysis. -Stone Moon Demon /// Mellow Black Metal

Backward, upside down, sideways, from inside, from out.

Don't trust anyone.

Stone Moon Demon

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