A mangled corpse at my knees and ichor of shades I have always despised. Golds finally dulled. What had even done the job? A weapon embedded into its chest that kept shifting in front of my eyes. Was it an tridant? A sword? Arrows? Spear? What was it? Everything hurts. Why did everything hurt? Everything hurt. My head hurts. Everything hurts. Everything hurts- I can't write this amymore. I dont like thinking on this dream- it hurts #dreams #gore
Kult: +2
Total: 2