The Tale:

The now silent road leading to the way home is indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape.

Thunder in the dark, a whisper of wind and suddenly you come across a gigantic organism of sin and darkness.

Keep walking, deeper, until you are at the foot of a real underground.

You pass many rooms and landscapes, everyone seems to go on forever carrying something.

A disturbing wooden door blocks your path.

Splashes of dried blood are everywhere, somehow unaffected by the weather.

You walk over to inspect it and suddenly the door opens slowly on its own.

Four burning eyes stare at you with deafening violence and another howl hits your left eardrum in an annoying way.

You try to stay still while the desire to escape runs through your veins.

Tale by Riccardo

Artwork by MB

Mastering by Artefacts-Mastering.com