Underdark / Antre Split

To gaze upon such sunburnt contenance, Flushed cheeks and fevered eyes, Plumes of smoke obscure from eternally blackened pipes. With hammering wind, and siren scream, careering metal thunder. Quick with the kerosense! Who's got a match! How I long, for a brief moment of rediscovery, For rain to fall and taste like wine. I long to smell like autumn, as I bleed out on the ground. I long to smell like autumn.

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 13, 2025

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