The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason…
It’s cold up this high, the air is thin and hard to breath. We should find the entrance in the next day or so. I can’t eait to find it, I can’t wait to be out of this wind…
The apples of a certain tree, when allowed to dry on their own, all have the appearance of shriveled human skulls.
Ideas ( Lifeforms ) | December 13, 2008 |