I can hardly see the moon.
Around me, pillars towering stretching higher and darker. I continue walking, through muddied puddles, rancid corpses, feces an trash lining the path.
I was born here without light.
The pillars continue growing. Many down here attempted to climb them. They usually fall to their deaths, or get shot off. But, It's been said that some have reached the top. It's whispered that some pillars allow themselves to be climbed!
It's grown so quiet down here.
The towers loudly stand. Thier deafening dominance. I've only ever walked the floor, never even tried climbing.
Why would I? Those above created this hell. Why the fuck would I want anything to do with them? Instead I walk, in hopes of something else.209Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBk8xHZu6t7
