Random Transmission from Lees Springs
received: January 16th 2008
Lava pours in great streaks of orange, filling the verdant valley. I am burning up with fever. The lights go out and the house starts to shake. Ash falls from the heavens. Suddenly it begins to rain, and everything is hissing and smoking, a protest to this wet imposition. What is left behind is a substance resembling grey mud full of minerals and secret ancient properties. I smear the magic residue all over myself, and walk slowly towards the natural talking springs.
3 years ago