He comes

T̡o ̛inv̴ok̡e ́the h̸ive͘-̢m̷i̛nd̡ ̸r̨ep͏res͟ent͞i̧n̨g͞ ̢ch͠a̶os.͏
̀In̶v̕o̶k̨in͡ǵ ͠t͟he feeling̡ of̨ c͜ha̶o͠s͡.͠
W͝i̢th̨ ̸o͠ut͡ or͡d̡er̷.͏
Al̀l͏ ̨t̀h͘at ͢y͝ou kno̸w, ̸al͟l̛ ̧tha̶t̴ y͡o̶u͞ ͏a͝r̛e̡. ̧
He will te͘ar ̴it́ ̷apa̧r҉t͟ ̀and ̵l̀e̡av҉e̡ ͝yo͜u a̸fa͜r.̴ ̴

Z͜ALG̛O̴.

T̡o ̛inv̴ok̡e ́the h̸ive͘-̢m̷i̛nd̡ ̸r̨ep͏res͟ent͞i̧n̨g͞ ̢ch͠a̶os.͏
̀In̶v̕o̶k̨in͡ǵ ͠t͟he feeling̡ of̨ c͜ha̶o͠s͡.͠
W͝i̢th̨ ̸o͠ut͡ or͡d̡er̷.͏
Al̀l͏ ̨t̀h͘at ͢y͝ou kno̸w, ̸al͟l̛ ̧tha̶t̴ y͡o̶u͞ ͏a͝r̛e̡. ̧
He will te͘ar ̴it́ ̷apa̧r҉t͟ ̀and ̵l̀e̡av҉e̡ ͝yo͜u a̸fa͜r.̴ ̴

Z͜ALG̛O̴.
͠ H͘e̶ wa҉it͏s͞ ̕b͠e͜h͜i̶nd t͘he ́t͞h́i͠n ̀w̨all ̛y̷ou̕ ͘have ͝b̸ui͜lt i̸n yo̴ưr ͟s͞ou̵l t͜o ̸fr̛ee y̶óurs̕elf ͢f̶r̸om h͝i̢m͜ ̛
́H́e͝ w̧a̕it͡s͠..̢. b̢u͞t̴ he śha͜l͏l͜ c̀ơm̶e͘. ͢
͞H̢e ͞w̶il̛l ͡s͝ing ̛tḩe so̕ņg th͝at̸ wil̡l͢ ͞e͏nd Y͡OU̶.͠ ̨
He is ͏t͟h̡e͏ o͠n͠e̵ ́with̸ou̷t e̡y͘es͜.̶
̀Hè ̴is̨ the ̶one̷ with̛ou̵ţ śḩa̴p͞e.̵
Th̨e͞ N̴ęz̴pe҉r̡d͞ia̢n̵ ͝h̀iv͜e-̀mi̸nd ̢ǫf̨ ̡ch҉aos.͠ ͜Z̡alg҉o.
H̢e͘ ̀w͏h̛o Waits̢ Behi͞ņd ̧T͝he̢ Wal͜l.̵
Z͡ALGO!̷ ͠

͢He ̴w͜il͏l c̕al̀l̨ ͞o̕n͞ th҉e beast̀ ̢t̵ơ d̕e͜v̀o̸u͢r ͟you͢r͡ soul͢.̛
͜He ̶wil͠l͘ t́ake͏ the ̴wh̴ole ͡world a͟nd ̀ma͏kȩ ́it un͜who̶l͢è. ́
҉
H̸e cómes.͞ ̵

͜H͘e ͘w̴h̷o ҉wil̷ļ ̧s̢i͟n̶g t͝he ͜en̴d̢ of t̷he ea͠r͢t҉h. ͢
S̢uch͜ a be͘a͠u͡t̛i̡f̶ul ̴so͠ng͘. ̛
Such͢ a ́b̕eautif̀ul̷ night͞.
H̢é ̡await̷s ͟this̴ n͏ight.
͟He͢ a̷wáits̷ ̴d̛a͠rkness.
̵
̷H̕e҉ is̶ ̀t҉h̷e cḩao̧t́i̛c ̧h̨ivemin̴d.͟

H͞e͟ w̛aįt̵s̀ ̶fo͟r t҉he ca҉lĺ ͢to ̶set҉ h͢im ͠f͞rée.
҉ ̧
He͝ ̀Wai͞ts ̵B҉e̸hi̷nd̀ ͠Th̸e ͡Wall.
Įn ̀a pa̷l͟ace͢ of t̀ortùŗed͠ ͜gl͜ass͡, ̕s̕erved ҉by leg͡i͏o͝ns for͝g͞eḑ fr͟o҉m ͘t̛he͝ tea̵r͘s o̢f th͏e͘ sl͘ee҉p̧l͞ess dea̵ḑ ąnd c͟l͜ad́ ͟in͜ ąr͏m̕or͠ ͜c͟ar҉v̛ȩd from̷ ̀t͞h͟e̡ ͡suf́f҉ering̸ of̛ mo͠th̶èr̷s.̶ ̕

̨In hi̷s͝ ri͡gh̷t ̕h͡a̶nd̵ ͘he hold̀s a d́e҉ad ́s̡t̢ar,̶ a͡nd ̷iņ his righ̨t͝ ̨h͡an͡d ̛he h̢ol͟d̶s t̵h҉e̢ Càn̶dl͠e̵ ͟Who͏sȩ Ĺig͘h̸ţ I̕s S̡h̸adoẁ.̸ ̡His̴ ͠l͢eft͜ ̕han̵d ͜įs͘ ̸s͏t҉a̴i̸ned͡ wi̧th the̷ b͡l̸ood͢ of͏ A҉m ͢D̴hae̶g̸ar̡.͝ ̛ ̡

͢He̵ si͟ņg̀s the͢ son͞g that́ ̷e̷n͞d͞s ̶t͡h́è ̴e͏a̸rt͞h̸.͝ The ̸híve͝min̨d̀ t͏h͞at̴ ̀co͘nfounds̢ ̵thę ̡liv́i̕ńg,̷ ͞a͝n̨d ͘p̀erp͏etu͘at́e̶s͟ ͝t͠hè tort͟ure ̶of͡ ̨t͠hę ͟da̕m̸n͏e̢d̵. ̶
̕ ̡
̨Hé takes ͢th͠e ̴eye̡s,̧ ͏t̛he ͡windòw ̷of̧ the̶ s̨o̢ul, ͘re҉m̨o͏ve̵s tḩe̷ ̷a͏b̷i͝l̢it͜y̢ to̸ f̛ęe̸l..͟.an̨ythi̶ng ͢b͘u͟t ̢paín͞.͠ Once̴ ̷t͜h͘e ͞e̛yes h͢a͠ve b͞een ͞r̡emo̧ve͜d̵,͏ th͞é s̴o҉u̡l ̴is̀ ̢r͢emov͝ed.͟ ̵
͠
͜T͢ḩé livi̵n͠g ͟husk̸ iś t͏es͢tame̢nt t҉o̷ ̧c̵r͟ue̸l̡ty ̡a͡nd̀ ̧ev́e̶rl͞a҉s͞ti̶ng̷ ̶do͝om̷. ̢H͡e͏ ́canno͘t͟ be̴ ͠s̵t͘opped̀,̡ as fear̵ ͢c͝an͘not́ ͟be s͏top̛pe̢d̛.̴ ͟
͞
̨H͡e ̀i͏ş ̛i͠ǹs͏épa͝r̷a͘b͘l͝e fro͟m͡ ̢r͘eal͘i̛ty,͟ a͝s h͢e̢ ex̷i͘s͟t̨s͟ beyond̀ ̵t̢h̸e̶ ̡v̡eįļ..̡.͜w̵ai̢ti̴ǹg. ̢

He comes.

Laura Adams

To invoke the hive-mind representing chaos.
Invoking the feeling of chaos.
With out order.
All that you know, all that you are.
He will tear it apart and leave you afar.

He will call on the beast to devour your soul.
He will take the whole world and make it unwhole.

He comes.

He who will sing the end of the earth.
Such a beautiful song.
Such a beautiful night.
He awaits this night.
He awaits darkness.

He is the chaotic hivemind.

He waits for the call to set him free.

He Waits Behind The Wall.
In a palace of tortured glass, served by legions forged from the tears of the sleepless dead and clad in armor carved from the suffering of mothers.

In his right hand he holds a dead star, and in his right hand he holds the Candle Whose Light Is Shadow. His left hand is stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar.

He sings the song that ends the earth. The hivemind that confounds the living, and perpetuates the torture of the damned.

He takes the eyes, the window of the soul, removes the ability to feel…anything but pain. Once the eyes have been removed, the soul is removed.

The living husk is testament to cruelty and everlasting doom. He cannot be stopped, as fear cannot be stopped.

He is inseparable from reality, as he exists beyond the veil…waiting.

ZALGO.
He waits behind the thin wall you have built in your soul to free yourself from him

He waits… but he shall come.

He will sing the song that will end YOU.

He is the one without eyes.
He is the one without shape.
The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo.
He who Waits Behind The Wall.
ZALGO!

(Image courtesy of Encyclopedia Dramatica)