separation anxiety.

[Druidic Ranger]

Part of me is

The angel hangs in green above the dais, which contains perforations
like a mir company plate armor grill. In another room a heroin addict
has just succumbed to the elements. Hot sand fills the chamber,
submerges the addict, and then turns crimson then draining through the
holes in the dais/plate armor grill. Aside from the machinery and
glowing emeralds in the walls, the chamber is empty. Except for the
walls. Nothin lies behind those walls. Unless someone were to take a
metal 2X4 and slam it into one of them, in which case they might find
a continuation.

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