[🎶 Zombie – The Rock Orchestra ft. Erin Fox.]
A PALE WOMAN STOOD before him, her hair stringy thin and corpse bleach. She had the rider skirts of a Rank A [shield maiden]. Cloudy indigo were her eyes; it peered out, hurtling flecks of [Cosmo]. Her backdrop was a red earth, cracked and caked. And it reminded him of Frostholm after the first war. He smelled burning thickly and distinctly in the foul air.
He didn't know this woman. Yet it appeared only he and her were left as souls in this fragment of a dystopian realm. The skies above was shattered: a curtain of floating glass shards.
He looked from the weird heavens to the scorched earth, to the ashen-haired warrior woman, and did it all again.
Still, no clue.
