Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
He rounds a corner of the path without a backward glance, and as the rain intensifies visibility is worse and you lose sight of him through the scant trees. By the time you reach that point he's gone, but you can't shake the sensation of eyes on you.
The path leads to one the larger stone caskets; impressive for its size but not particularly embellished. From here it looks like a dark and scored sacrificial altar.
It looks like someone has left something on the lid, something stark and white against the greens and greys of the rainy cemetery.
The path leads to one the larger stone caskets; impressive for its size but not particularly embellished. From here it looks like a dark and scored sacrificial altar.
It looks like someone has left something on the lid, something stark and white against the greens and greys of the rainy cemetery.