Chapter 8: The Endless Maw

Sat, 29 Mar 2025 23:48:17 +0000

Evie stood on the cliffs, sketching the sea’s black jaws, its waves a churning mass of blood and bone, her eyes hollowed pits, her skin flayed by shadows, weeping blood and pus, her hands trembling as the pencil snapped, shards embedding in her palm, blood dripping onto the page.