The monsters grow agitated, the demons restive, and annihilation is riveted in the gaze the observation. Crushed underfoot, trampled, mangled, vanquished, ruptured, shambling scintillas of something long forsaken. Integuments of eidola of reveries of wishes vanished antecedent. relinquished deserted obscured Absent the horror, the anguish, the mirth, the aspiration, the chiroptera, the coleoptera, the serpents.
Is a cavern still a cavern when it is desolate - Or is it nothing more than a chasm?
The tranquil complacency in the peregrination is sufficient to succor that ache within. Vaguely devastating when dwelled upon, but evanescent is the thought entertained before the instinct to unknow is reclaimed. The erratic cadence of the atrium discounted. The gait incremental. What ignes fatui that evince wayfarers to their expiration capitulate and venture to beguile. Entice. Inveigle.
Verdant the meadow. The eruption of hues addling; quailing, traipsing the periphery of the expanse. The clement cachinnation disseminates tremors through that vagrant malaise and the quavering of the auricle are lissomely buffeted. Be afraid. Sidle into the grasses. Contiguous is perfection. He smiles and that quaver is back. Endeavor, infiltrate the unfurled limbs primed to enfold. Defunct within the embrace, stationary and taciturn. Compliant winnowing. The sneer on his face and the neoteric effulgence in his eyes has that muscle hammering. Assimilate the javelin as it perforates sternum, atrium, glissades parallel vertebrae.
This might hurt if you could remember how pain felt.
You might be shocked if you had not known this was coming.
Thrust into the heavens, it is the paralyzing cynosure of the stars that astounds you into lacrimation.
When one monster slaughters another ― is it an act of murder or salvation?
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