In the depths before the face, the darkness black as paint: an archway as in a garden, lit of frozen lightning, bolts as thick as plaited kraken arms.
The tiles before this way are blown cornerwise by the strength, horrent scales of a strained and bristling fish, so the stars could peer between, those that ventured close enough below.
Those beasts that glided here and there about that lighted gap, grey as moth-eaten dust, skinless, featherless, hairless, scaleless, trailing stringy shrouds, and their glimpsed as heads tight as small ape skulls.

All at once, into the weighted silence: drills that shattered the tiles, tearing and porpoising forwards; sure or desperate they were a force of anger. For well or ill they failed, the deathly solid gleam prevailed, and shone unmoved through the filtering particles of the assailants' defeat.

#dailycreatedoom #writtenoom 2023/12/08