URTH

Shadow of the Torturer

Wooden oars hit the surface of the ancient muddy river - far in the distance, enormous towers of the stone citadel flicker, windowless quintessence of darkness - I was once the core of the universe, frozen magma binding the tectonic plates, canyon-creating glacier, Pantocrator of paths in the vast wasteland - my shape was described by the beams of daylight - my perception was dictated by the instruments of light - I continue the voyage on the broken boat, unable to fathom the purpose of it ... read more