Douglas Fountain

Abyssal Tomb

Beams of soft moonlight cut through the thick grey carpet high in the skies above Mill City, Iowa. The glow reflected off of the towering glass skyscrapers, pushing high through the skyline and looming over the sprawling forest just outside of the metropolitan goliath. The same soft radiance also mirrored off of the nearby Twin Lake, hidden in the untouched wilderness beyond the city. An equally gentle mist rested over the lake, stretching out onto it’s grassy banks and into the trees bordering the small, natural oasis. The silence of the night was only broken by chirping crickets and rustling in the thick brush as my brothers and I made our way through the woods.