He came alone to the station.
Whistling desert winds
whispered iliads
in his ears.
Plodding amongst
pearls of beige
and touches of taupe,
he met stones
black as void
rich with splashes
of gold.
Walls of ruby
cast into
celeste,
the mirrors’ gateway
caught his gaze.
He sought the
darkened path—
illuminated by glassy
crystals, reflection ridden
and tranquil.
Stretched along glowing,
gleaming lines
he trod towards a centerset circle.
Meat hooks danced
atop its sandstone face.
A conjuring had begun.
Plumes of
obsidian smog from
edges unknown
decorated the sanctuary.
He stood before Oblivion.
It called back.
In its eyes
embers like suns
raged dying light—
refracting into a
shattered
humanoid corpus.
They touched souls,
and all he begged for
was death.
About the Creator
Eddie Salva
Hello all! My name is Eddie Salva and I’m the creator of a lange scale worldbuilding project by the name of Kalazus. I’ve been writing scifi and fantasy storries for years now, all of which take place in this universe. Enjoy!
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