A friendly search…
In an existing
sojourn of my own devious undertaking I have decided to further advance the
search parameters.
Pulling up the manhole cover with a stolen crowbar, I descend…
…And descend.
…And descend.
I find the tunnel of horror mocking and threatening as I approach the first bowl. It is empty. Wading through the thick mist I find that they are all empty, nothing but a shallow pool of residual matter remains…no minds here…only blinding light from the surface leaking through the...
…cracks in the sky.
I will not give up, they are out there, misplaced not missing…waiting to be returned.
I descend…