Metaphorge

Dressed in the vestments demanded of harsh environments she is searching for something. Not salvage, her lust is for the immaculate.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”

Like counters on a board they scurry around, red and black. No greater than any insect and worse than a childhood nightmare he conjures flames to light a hidden chamber.

“Ooof. Wouldn’t that be a sad place to stop reading right?”