𝐗𝐗𝟏𝟐𝟏

as sluggish steps carry the creature forward. Falling to all fours, violently his tail sways about. Slashing throughout the air, swatting at the world with fear, diluted senses gradually begin to recover. Growing accustomed to the distant sounds, the openness that transcends ⇢

lone ship prepares to land. Sirens blare as the hunk of metal trembles. Alarms continue to wail, however futile its warning was. Much like the ship, its end was rapidly approaching. No recovery would be made here. So it descends — no, it plummets. Burning like a meteorite ⇢