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Sauntering though surreal surroundings,
Steering the solid soul through the dense spruce.
Lacking the balance, the symmetry, to navigate the trunks and bodies,
looming luridly over one's head.
As the footsteps churn tattered leaves underfoot, the great expanse of sky is raging.
Sanguine light, and the trees and trunks and bodies become,
turning literal, great craters, masticated by huge yellow bridgework of the Scourge.

A crackling sheet of shadow coats the ground behind,
the eerie resonance not unlike burning parchment as it tails closely at one's back.
It emits a cool aura, chilling the bones, but not the flesh.
Beating hearts are no longer felt, nor required.
The air is dense and tangible, as if underwater, resisting the movement.
The Forest thins, wide trunks turning into mere skeletons, burnt remnants of ancient trees that barely stand.
A skull sits on the ground, crumbling calcium deteriorating before the eyes, wasting away int he breeze until all that remains is a wisp of dust.
Not a thing moved after, as if the scenery were a serene picture.
Besides the thing.
There was a being on its haunches,
Trudging through ash and grass, a mere shadow among the others.
It came close, turning and dripping saliva from its gaping mouth.

Eyeless, lipless and lacking a lower mandible,
Its grotesque gums a greyish purple, teeth deeply inset.
Instead of a jaw, the lower portion of its orfice simply had two rows of teeth that extended from the corners of its upper jaw to its chest.
Slimy, translucent saliva dripped lazily from the teeth, and a long, palid, bloodless tongue hung limply.
The skin of it was papery and nearly transparent.
Thick, dense, abundant heckles, the color of death and the size of it's appetite.
Nine limbs, each massive claw barbed with five talons,
long and apical, needle-like if not for the hooked points that sunk cleanly into soft sinews.
Similarly sharp incisors, yellowed in places, dripping with carnage,
flesh stripped and flayed from the frames of the beings behind.
Skewered through and through by fangs and forked, filed ivories.
Towering and trembling, the canvas underfoot, littered with the carcasses of leaves and grass,
it shakes everything. Fuzzy, furry sounds fill the ears. Just noise. Nothing seems stable and the sky begins to crack
like porcelain, pale, pallid, precariously perched overhead. Pieces fall,
hitting nothing and leaving a patchwork of abysmal space in their wake.
The teeth begin to grow until it is all you see, all you feel besides the shaking.
Violent, tearing away from the blade that is surreality.

The eyes peel apart, filled with blinding light.
Oh, the imagination.

Description
Sauntering though surreal surroundings,
Steering the solid soul through the dense spruce.
Lacking the balance, the symmetry, to navigate the trunks and bodies,
looming luridly over one's head.
As the footsteps churn tattered leaves underfoot, the great expanse of sky is raging.
Sanguine light, and the trees and trunks and bodies become,
turning literal, great craters, masticated by huge yellow bridgework of the Scourge.

A crackling sheet of shadow coats the ground behind,
the eerie resonance not unlike burning parchment as it tails closely at one's back.
It emits a cool aura, chilling the bones, but not the flesh.
Beating hearts are no longer felt, nor required.
The air is dense and tangible, as if underwater, resisting the movement.
The Forest thins, wide trunks turning into mere skeletons, burnt remnants of ancient trees that barely stand.
A skull sits on the ground, crumbling calcium deteriorating before the eyes, wasting away int he breeze until all that remains is a wisp of dust.
Not a thing moved after, as if the scenery were a serene picture.
Besides the thing.
There was a being on its haunches,
Trudging through ash and grass, a mere shadow among the others.
It came close, turning and dripping saliva from its gaping mouth.

Eyeless, lipless and lacking a lower mandible,
Its grotesque gums a greyish purple, teeth deeply inset.
Instead of a jaw, the lower portion of its orfice simply had two rows of teeth that extended from the corners of its upper jaw to its chest.
Slimy, translucent saliva dripped lazily from the teeth, and a long, palid, bloodless tongue hung limply.
The skin of it was papery and nearly transparent.
Thick, dense, abundant heckles, the color of death and the size of it's appetite.
Nine limbs, each massive claw barbed with five talons,
long and apical, needle-like if not for the hooked points that sunk cleanly into soft sinews.
Similarly sharp incisors, yellowed in places, dripping with carnage,
flesh stripped and flayed from the frames of the beings behind.
Skewered through and through by fangs and forked, filed ivories.
Towering and trembling, the canvas underfoot, littered with the carcasses of leaves and grass,
it shakes everything. Fuzzy, furry sounds fill the ears. Just noise. Nothing seems stable and the sky begins to crack
like porcelain, pale, pallid, precariously perched overhead. Pieces fall,
hitting nothing and leaving a patchwork of abysmal space in their wake.
The teeth begin to grow until it is all you see, all you feel besides the shaking.
Violent, tearing away from the blade that is surreality.

The eyes peel apart, filled with blinding light.
Oh, the imagination.