MABEL
She slunk her way through, on footsteps soft, light, and eerie, eyes narrowed, piercing, angling, wandering, waiting for the semblance of a sign. Her head shifted upward, staring at the denizens surrounding her – at the scars of other means, at the blackness, at the Stygian abyss, and then downwards, throughout the remains. Had she been wrong? Intuition had galvanized her forward, and now she wondered if it had been nothing more than a foolish tendency –
Except, there was a stone – a resonance, a reverberation twisting and binding, pulling at her tethers. Like a dutiful cretin, she inclined forward, still enigmatic, towards the rock and rubble, reaching out her hand to brush upon its sanction. What was this?
Except, there was a stone – a resonance, a reverberation twisting and binding, pulling at her tethers. Like a dutiful cretin, she inclined forward, still enigmatic, towards the rock and rubble, reaching out her hand to brush upon its sanction. What was this?
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
