Closing the gap, ever
So far towards the horizon, we don't meet people. Only monsters fighting monsters fighting monsters.
Strange physiques. Picking a side is an exercise in creativity, nothing more.
Perched high upon my steed, I survey another battlefield.
Will we get to the end, ever? Or will we succumb to our ailments?
(flutter of wings)
(warcry is fun)
(bone obelisk by
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