Literature
Salazzle Vore
I was walking. Walking somewhere outside, as a light breeze mussed my dark brown hair. My shoes scratched the stony ground beneath. I was in a Canyon or so, for the whole area was rocky and bleak. Walls of stones were rising to my sides, as my way led me further straight on. What am I doing here? Why am I walking in such a place?, I asked myself. I’ve never seen this place before. As I looked around I recognized that there were other people. Many people. Why haven’t I recognized them before? Men and women alike were all walking in one direction. Straight on, like me. It was strange, but I couldn’t stop. Something prevented
