It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
It was almost time. Their arms were raised high towards the stormy sky, the language of the ancients spilling from their lips in a dark murmur. The temple, long since abandoned, rumbled around them.
This place used to be full of people. Every house was the home of some red-cheeked family
Now the largest family is a group of bugs with shiny armor in the overgrown grass