Crystallized extremes, surging amongst the stowaways. The heat in the kitchen is far too intense for this one. The hair in savagery, claws your eyes selfishlessly from a whole. In the ring inside the roost, it feels final and true. Lintel spews out of the smaller holes in the wooden carrier, the pressing issue forges an equation out of an impossibility. Swords clash in the war torn rooms, flash bang egos and withering settlers. With strive to push for a certain path, you didn’t know where this would lead your campaign. You found the beauty in transition, in a determined shout of a thousand whimpers. For it is in the damaged foundation, that we all find peace.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger