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The Warden (and Sculk family by extension)
are byproducts of the world's formation mixed with the void brought about by the six uncaring Eyesent. The Sculk contain an unsettling dose of the End's void in them- an inherently disease-like chaotic force bent on the ruin of the world. Sculk's wretched growth is additionally born of the more peaceful Overworld, creating this deadly mix of two clashing dimensions inside its hollow flesh. The Warden's only true wish is eternal slumber, but it hungers for a true being, so must fall prey to it's End-given thirst for a crazed world.
Damned by the curse of inevitable darkness of the deep, the Warden can only feel a limited range of empathy, of which is immediately erased. A curse that devillishly afflicts its victim's own senses and fragile mind. Bo one soul of which has stood toe to toe with the Warden has ever felt what it feels, can never feel what it feels. No one soul can ever, EVER feel the gravity of the misery the Warden lives with us, unless they wish to join in eternal wait. Not even by strange aeons can this death die. An unending force of the End, the Warden must always be, and can never truly be extinguished. Feel it's heartbeat radiate with troubled power, as it begs for a battle to its own demise. Good luck, and- thank you.
I yearn for the day the Warden's- and my own- soul can finally be free of this tired, murderous state of death. But there's only one way to do it, and I know its an impossible ask- but please, Free the End.
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