Purple Clouds

This is the Dream-web, a converging point for souls departing. The web is of cold stone; your footsteps echo as you chase a fading blue light always ahead. Only too late do you realise that the blue light is you. Or was. Now, speeding faster and faster to the chambers at the heart of the configuration; what is that feeding thing, that nest dweller, drawing all to itself on strands of laced ebony? Too late you realise this is a web of nightmares, and you are already gone.

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A bit of strange horror for a change.

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: sad but with a glint of hope, moving past despair, searching for hidden reserves Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook		2005-03-09 2:10 AM Web This is the Dream-web, a converging point for souls departing. The web is of cold stone; your footsteps echo as you chase a fading blue light always ahead. Only too late do you realise that the blue light is you. Or was. Now, speeding faster and faster to the chambers at the heart of the configuration; what is that feeding thing, that nest dweller, drawing all to itself on strands of laced ebony? Too late you realise this is a web of nightmares, and you are already gone. ------- Oneword.com A bit of strange horror for a change. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top