Massive towers and looming arches.
Great spires clawing at overcast skies.
A world filled with hell.
A world where man can live for an hour.
Lungs turning to ashes.
Bones litter the streets.
The fires burn and they keep burning.
A temple, empty and unholy stands, it falls.
All fall down on this world.
The great towers and tall spires collapse.
No reason.
No purpose.
Clouds boil above a wasteland.
Rain falls on barren soil.
Things crawl and life goes on.
The end has come and gone, leaving nothing.
Deep below in caverns still untouched.
The dreamers sleep and dream of perfection.
A cave filled with air.
A place where man can hide away forever.
Void and empty of meaning.
Cells cover the walls.
The thoughts turn, they keep turning.
A city of ghosts stands, it does not fall.
None can leave this place alive.
The caverns stay hidden away forever.
No sorrow.
No death.
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Listening to noise produces this.
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It scares me.
ReplyDeleteYou really don't want to hear my unhealthy pulse right now.
I imagine this is what a description of Dis could be.
ReplyDeleteDark and gloomy, way past regret or sorrow.
ReplyDeleteThose dreamers, is this what they dream up?
got lost in the last bit, noone can leave alive from that place with no death, I guess they're already departed (weird expression |"departed" ? meaning? gone where?) they just think they are not dead??
The dreamers are sleeping, dreaming forever.
ReplyDeleteThey would die if they left the caverns because the world above them has died.