I was once taken to a land, Bloodied were the skies, Charred were the poppies. Endless were the flower beds, Stretching towards a horizon I could not see. 'Lone was the figure in the distance, Figureless as smoke, wispy as fog, Eyes a despairing sludge, Its mouth open in a piercing scream, Static and loud, piercing and sharp. "Leave," it says in lifeless warning, "You're not supposed to be here." Unnerving and unnatural, It croaks out of you. - this is mostly for me 1662 current words, multi-chapter, inconsistent updates, ongoing *dark themes that may make readers uncomfortable. please read with caution. you've been warned*