Falling through the air, speeding towards the ground and what might possibly be water. I have only fleeting moments to try and discern which is ground and which is water as i hurtle towards it. The image of the structure before me reflected and as i draw near I begin to notice the differences. However none of these details make my decision easier as time is almost up.
I make one final reflection, "I hate planar travel."
Fascinating gallery, Herald of the Vile! A marvelous exploration of the dark corners. Beautifully crafted and composed! Looking forward to seeing more of your work in the future. Following…