The air was not merely cold; it was saturated, a sodden, suffocating weight pressed down by the starless night. It hung thick with the scent of damp earth and decay—not the wholesome, fungal rot of a forest floor, but...

Mais, dat sun, he ain't even thinkin' 'bout risin' good yet. Just dat grey light, sticky sweet like swamp fog, thick in de air. Me, I'm standin' dere, where de dew kissin' de ground cold, My boots sinkin' just...

“I’m dead inside,” you say. Like a graveyard at midnight.   No mourners here to trod untrodden paths by your headstone.   Soulless and moonlit, an empty body, a starless night sky.   Heretic prayers, unheard, fall on silent winds.   I call your name, wordless in my incantation.   I yearn to feel you breathe inside me.   Take this lifeless carcass and...

There is a glow within this storm.A dying eye of light so obvious,it lures me to come to it.As light is soundless,it is a silent beacon fire.I will cleave through this fog with faith!So, within the absence of sound,I...