Chilly air seeps through cracks in the cars’ shaking chassis: the old, bumpy, road threatens to rattle the even older …
Holofeucene
Alone. Atop the soaring spire of rock, the tattered cloth rifles in the cold, misty wind, starkly defying the rain-faded …
Dark Land
There was only light in her sight. No pattern stared back at her. No colour. No shape. Only light. She pleaded for darkness, but it would never come again. Not for her.