the fields of anguish terrorised the ashy lands, it could of been created by a god perhaps that it probably is… you being the stubborn and intricate being stepped in somebodies territory, the hot air meets your face and felt like the sky was burning, yet it was all orange with fires set ablaze across the lands which used to be full of greenery and plantation, you ponder to yourself until you hereby come to the thunderous sounds of what seems to be “thumps” oncoming to the ground, the vibration could nearly trip you over like a string, the fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife and therefore, it is…

here.

paused at you, you felt uneasy by the fact he would look down onto you, already he was menacing being your newfound guest…