||[Apr. 17th, 2004|08:16 pm]
|||||oh fuck you.||]|
|||||cmk- the dungeon master's lament.||]|
ir just all sounds so hollow in here. a large cavern filled only with candles. not even candles- wil o' the wisps resembling candles. foo fighters in a holding pattern. nothing but the smell of water, silent, moving imperceptably into the depths. spelunking into this emptiness, are we? delving a little bit past the skin of things? chart the hauntings of the place? scrape the dust from the bones of long extinct predators entombed there?