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A thunderous storm, sudden flashes that bring fright Huddled together we sought warmth in the night But with every lash, every scream, every death The fear grew ever stronger not even darring a breath It made no noise, not a snarl, not a howl. The only thing telling was a stench, so rotten and... mehr lesen

The Tunnel

A concrete wasteland, relentlessly illuminated by mercury vapor lights, casting an arctic coldness that crept into every crevice and reduced all colors to a monotonous shade of orange. Every step reverberated distortedly from the walls, a prisoner within the tube, echoing off surfaces, rebounding... mehr lesen