With sharp jagged teeth, this angst gnaws. My heart squeezed by the devil’s claws. Dread carves in me like a pitsaw. Fetor of bodies. Fresh, and raw. No adventurer should wander these caves. For treasure, I ignored human remains. In darkness, I maunder. To Gods, I pray. My life squandered. It is death I now face.
Art from: https://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-24/ds2-cave-concept.html
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