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First DeathExpedition JournalFirst Death by Zebucompany
Deep, deep beneath the crust of the world lays a thick and dreary darkness settled so well into each little crevice that it stains every rocky surface it caresses as it seeps itself deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper. Ancient treasures have lost all hope of ever be found, sitting stifled and blinded by the cool cavernous pools of stagnant black eerily wafting ages and eons through their desolate forms. Relentlessly rippling centuries and millennia fatigue even the spirits of long lifeless skeletal remains contorted under the pressure of existential voids that fill the hollow holes boring through their decaying souls unable to escape or remember what they once were. Yet further below here: The Crypt of First Death resonates the haunting dull murmur of a weary dreamlike haze slowly sifting its forgotten purpose up through the soil in a futile search that someone may merely remember it. These catacombs of the dead pry so grotesquely through ages past that
Rowena Roman Ch.4 Noah - 4Rowena Roman Ch.4 Noah - 4 by suyuku-san
Noah: Part 4
A mouse was talking to him.
A gold colored mouse with red eyes was talking to him.
He grabbed the back of his head, feeling around as if to make sure that there wasn’t any kind of bump. He had to have hit his head to think that a mouse, a real mouse, was talking to him.
“You’re not imagining things.” Conscious said. “You’re not hallucinating or having a strange dream after drinking too much, I am very real.” To prove his point he jumped off the back of the couch and scurried over to him, climbing Noah’s pant leg to stop at his knee, a knee that Noah kept completely still. “As you can see, I breathe and speak just like you. Only that I am a mouse rather than a human being such as yourself. Now then,” he raised his paw again. “Let’s try this again shall we?”
With slow hesitance Noah gently took the mouse’s paw with his index finger and thumb, and shook slightly.
“There we go,
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