Fur, feathers, scales, every manner and type of dead skin surrounded me, each frozen in uncanny stil
Fur, feathers, scales, every manner and type of dead skin surrounded me, each frozen in uncanny stillness as though they were trapped in a world where time had simply stopped. Everything except their eyes of course. Their eyes had never been alive and they all seemed to stare in my direction, so that to look too close at any of them was to gaze into that unseeing glass.MAG 54Twitter | VK | Leave a tip -- source link
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