outoftheblu

Ambushed by paranormal entities and dropped cold into the banks of the bloodbath. The floodgates are closing in now, cutting off the circulation to the empire. Hang gliders crash into the walls of reality as the surface unmasks it's inability to cope with the world. The rising hands of abnormalities pursue the kingdom in order to strive with the basilisk of death. Eternal, internal, god like structures retain stability in mentality of the dwellers on the surface. Barred in the cages of peculiarity. Stature of the witness to warfare, towering down on their sanguinity and pride. Ripples of seismicity smoothen, calming the wind, overturning the