house of decaybefore the sun screamed out its last ray of light, she ran, as her grandmother once
house of decay before the sun screamed out its last ray of light, she ran, as her grandmother once old her, to the house of decay. Forgotten many years ago, the trees curled in, begging the ground for liquid life, the rotted wood reached together by beaten threads and the only inhabitants were a family of lively pigeon corpses she peeled the confining threads off her back and recalled her grandmother’s resting words, “ run fast to the house of decay!, and there amongst forgotten life, as the sun falls to absolute darkness, you will find the brightest light” -- source link
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