24 de enero de 2023


I am in the deepest of caverns south of Bled, Slovenia. I have nothing spare for two pieces of twine, a tattered notebook, and an old-timey torch lamp that has been bringing me warmth and light through these treacherous times. When I finish writing this and return to the safety of my cot under the stars, I shall transcribe these words onto the screen of my mobile phone to share with you all. I hear a dripping noise, a constant.. drip.. drip.. drip. A chill washes over me as I write down the letters to each sentence, to each phrase. I am in this cave for a reason however. A reason unknown to you, readers, my research has lead me here. I have been wandering for ages, in search for something new to go tell my people. A new plant, a new animal, anything really. I have finally found a lead, footprints, some 8 feet tall and 2 feet wide. Unheard of, unseen by mankind, and they lead into this cavern. The charcoal is running out, so I must go. Maybe this creature will be the solution, maybe this creature is the answer, to the plague that has tainted my town.

Publicado el 24 de enero de 2023 por arianafunguygrande arianafunguygrande | 0 comentarios | Deja un comentario