As sleek as air, as black as void a light yet dense atmosphere grew unconditionally. Fluorescence was long undertaken by dark, toned tentecales both acerbic thrived around the celistical space in front. It grew. Floating inches above the crumbled floor its beak sighed towards the anchored sky and drove down it's circumference, fearless of death; being death itself. It crushed into the bed like pouring rain, it flood into the floor like the world's end.
A puddle, a hole, a gateway to null formed over. Count of tentacles started tending to infinity. Blistering waves of unaccounted dark work made the portal darker and darker. I lost sense on colour, I lost my ability to remember black. Black was overridden by a new black instantaneously after another.
There was a shimmer. A wave of this evil scented material rippled outward , transmitting a blend fear and viciousness to the interiors of every skin and soul.
It's arms began entering radially outwards leaving the tranquillising void lonesome in agonising pain.
It looked familiar. It felt familiar.
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eyElid
Mystery / ThrillerYou don't know who you are, what you are and even where you are. You can feel your body, your feelings and your surrounding. Everything keeps changing. Can you dare to survive, to know the TRUTH?
