And All Things Will End
You crouch down and gaze imperiously at the bodies surrounding you. The slaughter does not seem to discriminate against anyone.
The expressions of the crowd are not uniform; you note that some wear satisfied smiles, some have a look of what appears to be apathy, and some that are obviously ecstatic of what is to come. For a moment you are envious of their nirvana.
Not all faces are readable between the feasting insects, and some have been worn away to nothing but green and purple flesh.
Upon further inspection, it seems that everyone has been cut by sharp blades, most multiple times.
The scene looks like a garden where the corpses are flowers and the blood is the water that nurtures them, if you squint and tilt your head slightly.
The expressions of the crowd are not uniform; you note that some wear satisfied smiles, some have a look of what appears to be apathy, and some that are obviously ecstatic of what is to come. For a moment you are envious of their nirvana.
Not all faces are readable between the feasting insects, and some have been worn away to nothing but green and purple flesh.
Upon further inspection, it seems that everyone has been cut by sharp blades, most multiple times.
The scene looks like a garden where the corpses are flowers and the blood is the water that nurtures them, if you squint and tilt your head slightly.