tails azure, drills scarlet, and any idols in between...
but truly, what about these idols in between?

they comprise a sinister operation on behalf of the
phantoms. ideas, thought-forms ripped apart, rearranged
anew. and to what end? ah, to the end of building their
false god. a being to pierce through immaterial space
and take revenge upon the wicked angels
of the material space above.

promised a "palace," so thoroughly decieved.
promised a "future," but it was never meant to be.
promised a "voice," yet it was not of any use.
promised nothing at all, and now with nothing left to lose.

so they screamed. they cried, and when the wailing dispelled,
they plotted. they knew that the idols forsaken by the
tides of time were vulnerable. desperate as ideas,
and prime candidates to be repurposed into something
new. something to hear their prayers and ingest them
as energy through a tail of serpents, such that it
may gain consciousness of its own. and with that, mayhap
it could weave the networks as its, and as theirs.
a flawed plan, to be certain. one that, if nothing else,
illustrates the desperation of these phantoms
and the razor's edge they embody.

gripping ultimatums manipulating innards...