08-04-2018, 09:14 AM
the Rift
You've wandered into the Green Labyrinth.
It's night. Outside of the Labyrinth, the stars and moon had been out, bathing the world in tranquil silver light. Snow was thick upon every bough. The entire world was swept into a comforting blanket of white, every contour outlined with sharp frost, but not the Labyrinth.
Oh, there was snow underfoot. It crunched with every step taken. But the beauty and the peace of the winter night was gone: in every direction there was only the fog, a drab haze obscuring the horizon, and the sky. No starlight penetrated it. No breeze stirred it.
Shivers go down spines.
Heart rates increase.
There were sounds: the crunching of snow, but not in sync with your footfalls. There were breaths, but they weren't yours. Dark outlines hid and skulked beyond the thin veil of fog, only to disappear when you come close.
The very air breathed terror.
It's night. Outside of the Labyrinth, the stars and moon had been out, bathing the world in tranquil silver light. Snow was thick upon every bough. The entire world was swept into a comforting blanket of white, every contour outlined with sharp frost, but not the Labyrinth.
Oh, there was snow underfoot. It crunched with every step taken. But the beauty and the peace of the winter night was gone: in every direction there was only the fog, a drab haze obscuring the horizon, and the sky. No starlight penetrated it. No breeze stirred it.
Shivers go down spines.
Heart rates increase.
There were sounds: the crunching of snow, but not in sync with your footfalls. There were breaths, but they weren't yours. Dark outlines hid and skulked beyond the thin veil of fog, only to disappear when you come close.
The very air breathed terror.