KimeraWhere did the essence of time go in a place that only recognized infinite evening night?Kimera by *MadamexHatter
Frivolous minutes felt as thought they had unraveled into tedious hours; and yet no movement, no shift of position had been changed in her quiet waiting outside of the sealed porthole into the hell-born, tooth-rotting office.
Fair emerald Luna dared not peer through the gathered mantle of billowy charcoal clouds set beyond the edible marzipan walls. In its absence, the spacious red hall was bathed in cascading washes of ebon shadow and macabre illusion. Only the dance of fickle gold atop burning sconces illuminated the consuming darkness, if not ever somewhat.
Not a single entity or generous patron lingered within those barren passageways. In truth, never had the voiceless hound been summoned during the more festive hours of the notorious Rotten Cavity. The promising decadent “Candies” of the refined bordello did not need to know about th