Crushing Plate (CODA)
A forceful bust: for one who seeks answers about the Dark.
"What is the Darkness?"
You open your eyes to gaze upon your weary soul, seeking an answer to your question.
It's pitch black in a world of full D A R K.
You smell a rotting stench all around you.
The wind roars in your ears.
A starless sky hangs above you.
You have idle hands; there is nothing to touch, as far as you can tell.
Your feet find purchase on a dry surface you cannot see.
You hear your mark billowing in the wind.
YOUR LIGHT FADES AWAY…