Your bodies merge, to be one for the first and last time since.

You turn and look at the turquoise sky that stretched about you, the blue sun and the red moon make the fog shine a violet hue. You stand there, silent before the scenery. It like you have never left Ilian.
You look at yourself: it has been so long since the last time that you are a Madness, and you have forgotten how it felt. Your dark grey skin make you looks frail, haggard, and ****. Small fragment of black fur littered through your body, purposely placed to create the effect of some boneless, limbless things that are slowly swallow you whole. Your two member hang freely along your naked limbs, skinless and moving on their own, like its alive somehow. Your muscle tighten and relax as you snicker, and it came out as an inhuman whimper that sound like something that is being **** to ****. Yes. You has forgotten how it felt indeed. You can still remember the work that Manakin put in to retexture this model. It cost him many sleepless night to make this, based on a design of an old game that his father showed him once when he was little, of hunter and beast and old gods, hunting each other in dreams and nightmare, to make the Madness deserving of their namesake. You regret that you couldnt ask him what game it is before he leave.

But enough nostalgia, or you might just stay here forever.