03.23.08
Glitch
Dark. It was nearly always dark under the mountain. Nothing that lived there – and you can be sure that something lived there for if one thing is certain, it is that life can be found in some very surprising places – needed light to see by. Sight was such a poor substitute for the taste of rock, the songs of metal, the bright clear voices of gemstones, the sharp tang of water so heavy with minerals that, had there been light to see it by, it would have been as white and thick as milk. Read the rest of this entry »
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