The hallways of everywhere traverse the Abyss, paths between worlds. Choose your destination.
The hallways of everywhere traverse the Abyss, paths between worlds. Choose your destination.
At the edge of the earth, a tree stands guard against the madness, dreaming up our world.
She went to the end of the world to plead her wishes to the gods. They turned her to ice, and when the world ends, and the sun sets at the edges of the world, she will melt.
The prisoner escapes through the veil, pushing aside the darkness.
The fire faeries with filament wings dance in the darkness, whispering dreams into the minds of lost sleepers.
When the mystery dissolves, and the last believers abandon, gods break and wilt away, fading into the Abyss.
These are flesh-eating trees. They feed on the tears that fall from the moons. And on meat.
Three moons have broken, but the third still weeps. Until the wounds become scars, her tears shatter my landscape with each drop.
The moon shattered and now her bitter tears fall to the earth. Sometimes it takes everything just to keep from falling.
