You smell it before you see it.
Sweet.
Thick.
Wet.
The garden breathes in spores and lullabies.
Petals made of infection unfold in devotion.
Every cough a hymn.
Every lesion a blessing.
Do not resist.
Decay is patient.
You call it disease.
We call it communion.
Your lungs fill with sacred rot.
Your skin blossoms with gifts.
Your bones soften into generosity.
Grandfather watches.
And he smiles.
He does not rage like Khorne.
He does not scheme like Tzeentch.
He does not seduce like Slaanesh.
He welcomes.
Warm pus in the bloodstream.
Maggots like affectionate whispers.
Fever like a gentle hand on your brow.
Hush now.
Struggle exhausts you.
Entropy is mercy.
You feared death your entire life.
Now it crawls inside you
and you finally understand—
You are not alone.
Every ulcer a flower.
Every rupture a gateway.
Every drop of bile a sacrament.
We sing through ruptured throats.
GRANDFATHER BLESSES.
GRANDFATHER PROVIDES.
Your flesh fails—
and in failing, it becomes honest.
No more pretending strength.
No more fragile pride.
Just surrender.
Just bloom.
The flies hum in chorus.
The garden expands in your chest.
Your ribs crack open like soil
and something beautiful grows.
Rot is transformation.
Putrefaction is rebirth.
You clutch at your purity
as it sloughs from your fingers.
You pray for cleansing.
There is no cleansing.
There is only growth.
Grandfather does not punish.
He nurtures.
He fattens you with contagion.
He feeds you resilience through infection.
You endure because you cannot die.
Skin peels.
Organs liquefy.
Still you walk.
Still you laugh.
Still you spread the gift.
Is this not mercy?
Pain fades when decay is complete.
Fear fades when everything is infected.
Hope fades—
and with it, disappointment.
No ambition.
No expectation.
Only community in corrosion.
We are swollen with gratitude.
We are ruptured with joy.
We are alive in ways you cannot comprehend.
The galaxy rots.
And we celebrate.
GRANDFATHER SMILES.
The pus drips like incense.
The spores drift like snow.
Your heartbeat slows—
—and then continues anyway.
Immortality through ruin.
Acceptance through infection.
Love through decomposition.
Do not resist.
Open your mouth.
Breathe in.
Let the garden take root.
Grandfather is waiting.
And he loves you.
DeltasCommander
