"A story of the flesh came out from her skin, a scent like a melody kept creeping towards you inviting nightmares to visit you in your sleeping hours. Cries and moans beging for your return home seem to come from a void within, the weight of the world is pulling you down, close to this realm where she rest patienly in her nest, where she craves for you to be, from here you could easily tell this dimention of ilusion is her web, and time, her tale.
But the mundane fabric of what mortals call reality is persistent between your kind and comes interfering like a white noise riping you from her sweet and deathly embrace, so you keep on asking yourself if it is real. "
Douglas
2020-11-10 21:40:07 +0000 UTC