The Macabre Is Close At Hand.
Oct. 26th, 2010 08:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robby
In the morning mist, I come upon a strange ruin, a ghostly remnant of another age, perhaps the blasted remains of a portal to other dimensions, where shambling horrors still abide.
My only clue is this strange staff, lying nearby in the rubble, which I am loathe to touch.
