The Shallow Diary, Day 8
MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the inner corridors. Those that have caught a glimpse inside, have very little to say, other than whispers about the Blood dripping from the walls, and walls that seem to pulsate, or breathe.
MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the inner corridors. Those that have caught a glimpse inside, have very little to say, other than whispers about the Blood dripping from the walls, and walls that seem to pulsate, or breathe.