Hraban Amsler came to the end of the forest path and continued apace. The sparse, charming wood thickening swiftly before him. Ochre and gold. Colors the harbingers of Fall. He knew the route well and yet felt as if he'd taken a wrong turning. The feeling came unbidden into his mind, though the man knew… Continue reading Ochre Sepulchre
Stir now from dark I'hy's lake—Gaia trembles in Your wake. Girded by prosthetic shell—unweave the vitiatous spell. Crystalline—without peer—end Cybele's reign of wanton fear. Metal talon'd—shear and tear—to recreate the Cosm's stair.
§.10 Harmon stood within the melting hall once more. The light in the distance so bright he couldn't bring himself to look at it. The man from which the centipede had emerged stood once more, bathed in albescent resplendence. Fear quickened Harmon's pulse as he shaded his eyes and pressed down the hall, compelled by… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 10