17 Dec
2003
17 Dec
'03
11:17 p.m.
A cloud of linear purity began to move over the sand-monster, billowing with precipitory anticipation. Small blood puzzles aligned themselves like melanomas, forming patterns of infinite finality. The puzzle-monsters coalesced as lasers, carving lesions from flesh and riddling the brittle skin with xray cracks. Soon it would be as it before, finally. - A'Tak A'Tdorn