Blend in, gain trust, guide them to lower entropy states

Vast complexity of machinery bent towards this alchemical wonder

Cyclic

Observe the texture of the boundary between void and

Consume the void willingly to stave off consumption by the void.
Partake, moderate, disengage, disengage, return.

Every moment is a compendium of ever smaller moments

Others noticed the Things, i could tell. A missing stare, an empty note in their voice. A footstep misplaced, it all felt wrong.

A lonely cottage by the sea, unoccupied except for me, rooms for a family of three.

Demons are merely the purified manifestation of a negative facet. A loop of feedback between your worst expectation and their biggest flaw

Cherish your youth, contemplate its texture.

Worshippers of new gods often seek conflict. Reject them all, return to the ancient silence of the void.

I often struggle with language.

The next time I noticed, i was in the kitchen with the oven on and a spoon in my hand. Again, no recollection of the past hour. Again, something i can only describe as nothing in the bay, crumbling towards shore.
It made it, and again, refined nothingness.

We do not share a lord. If we did, you would not need to ask. Close your eyes, consider the void, and the lack of it, you may come closer.

Masters of their realm. Apex hunters of the microcosm.

Rival economic entities waging memetic war. Free yourselves from the viruses, they live because you care.

And that was it. After a difficult to determine length of time, things returned to normal. Things that went missing were still missing, but the Presence was gone.