Arlock writes (personal). An outlet for Glossolalia

Dream Stalker


Pale limbs smeared in the blue and black of woad and dripping slime. Older than the humanity it preys upon, it croons to you in broken tongue of babel. The siren call tries to make itself known to a mind made vulnerable by sleep.

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