Hazy eyes
The story's show here are multiple short storys, more will be made.
It’s been far too long since hope has tainted my rotten mind. My hands continue to wither with every pull of a muscle, they morph and stiffen tired of moving without a purpose. My body reveals its broken inner skeleton, what’s left of me is nothing more than the dead companions resting in Carcosa next to me......
I stare off into the distance, my vision lingering in a blinding haze as I look at the old man dressed in black with his cruel sunken eyes, relaxed, but eager. The loud and ear tearing chorus plays along the raven’s harvest slowly cutting the exposed flesh on the ground. The ground screams in agony, betrayal, and something unspeakable. I fled in a manner more akin to some terrified rodent than a man, my breath coming in broken, choking gasps, and my words failing upon my tongue. I turn to confront him as the raven’s harvest is risen upon the disoriented and mangled body in front of it. The man looked deep into my eager eyes, his eyes equally as eager as mine. The raven’s harvest slowly descends upon my skull as a tear of pure relief escapes my eyes. Here I lie with θάνατος, something I’ve longed for and dreamed of for far too long now.
