Blood drench skies and blood washed seas. A moon of crimson hanging low in the sky mirrored within the waters underneath. Standing upon of shore of ivory dust as waves of blood crash against the coast as it dyes the powered and unholy crimson. The afterlife or simply a living hell? A place of comfort for those who's minds are deranged or simply a place one calls home lost within the recessions of ones one twisted mind. Thoughts fill the mind. None discernible but simply mindless dribble to fill a void of silence. No sound. Not the crashing of the waves nor the sound of the wind that pushes them to a lone figures feet. Is there a meaning to such things or just an idle mind? None will know. None can known. None shall know.
Not really sure what I wanted to do with this but just started typing away at stuff and this is what came to mind.
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