Terror


Terror
The cold creeps in faster than the racing rapids of a river
The quick inhale of breath pierces the still air
The world is filled with nothing but dark
The nauseous taste of nothingness fills your mouth
The smell of fresh rain and lightning stings the air
The world stops spinning and all you want is for it to start again
Terror

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