Wackadoodlicious....

I see a land far away. A land where dreams flow in streams, and thoughts breed like locusts. Creation grows swiftly, rising tall to the sun of inspiration. Spirits of fire walk this land, smiting the unwary traveler, driving flames into the flesh. Predators stalk and prey flee, joyfully, for in this dance is life, and all it holds in its grasp. The air glimmers ceaselessly with the sparks of potential, making each breath a fountain of color and light.
Yes... a truly wondrous place. And there is a hole. The hole shouldn't be. The land should heal itself, as it has always done in the past. Yet still it gapes. And grows, if that is the right word for an increasing abscess. Its almost like something gnaws from beneath, hungry, ever hungry. Lean closer, if you would see what lies within...


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