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The Middle of a Vanishing Act

A wisp of smoke in the pitch black. It rises up from the ground and curls, like a incandescent snake climbing towards the moonlight. From its base, cracks of crimson shoot out towards you. You stop... in case the ground is about to fall apart. You know you should run, but your hammering, awe-filled heart keeps you to rooted to the… Continue reading The Middle of a Vanishing Act