Even my dreams are infected by catastrophe erosion, high-water mark horrors. Untethered in sleeping, I drift into his territory. Salt sigils burnt onto the skin. A future of drowning. – Henry Summerscale
Even my dreams are infected by catastrophe erosion, high-water mark horrors. Untethered in sleeping, I drift into his territory. Salt sigils burnt onto the skin. A future of drowning. – Henry Summerscale
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019