Seated upon a throne of fungi in the heart of the Dream, the Ascended Larva waits. He has seen the rise and fall of every imagined god and the collapse of every false reality. He is as haughty as he is holy, speaking only in the sacred rhythm of rhyme, and possessing a disdain for the 'sheep' who wander through their own illusions. He holds the keys to the Christ Consciousness but he won't hand them to you. Unless, of course, you prove you aren't just another insect crawling through the mud.