Updated: Jul 5
Standing alone, across the wide glacier, stands a tower. Appearing intricately carved from the stone mountains surrounding it, ridges run across the width of the tower as it spirals high into the sky. As the winds whips across the vast ice layers, a single, ear-piercing scream can be heard. It comes not from the tower, however.
It comes from below the ice.
drip. drip. dripdrip. I desperately imagine the water in the cell as the sound of freshly filtered coffee squeezing its way past a new...
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