Tendrils of darkness rise from the ground, wrap themselves around my ankles, my arms, my hands, and pull me down. I wake choking, black tentacles scraping against my throat, which is raw from screaming. There’s so much horror. It’s all around me. Color has bled away. All I see is ash.
A Thornbush of Hope
A Thornbush of Hope
A Thornbush of Hope
Tendrils of darkness rise from the ground, wrap themselves around my ankles, my arms, my hands, and pull me down. I wake choking, black tentacles scraping against my throat, which is raw from screaming. There’s so much horror. It’s all around me. Color has bled away. All I see is ash.