The Silent Column

Things seem apocalyptic partially based on the perspective. I understand that. I'm not made of stone. ... But life will go on, unless time itself stops.

You just shouldn't go into the fog. Especially not alone.

A friend of mine disappeared, once. Maybe he did make a portal, after all. He was always inventing. Always tinkering...

The stench of decay fills her nostrils as she remembers the bathhouse. As she remembers the mad woman, who mirrored her so well...

And so, the lights hid themselves from the land. Unseen, they continue to dance, until the land wishes to see them again.

Itch.io