Re: Clanging bells. Thick incense. Blood...so much blood. The sound of dogs, drunk on death, ring in my ears. Men sweat in their rags, clutching their heads, crying soundlessly. I stand on the rain-slick precipice of darkness and take a step into the abys
(Allow to be blunt here, this is long and gets pretty personal. I completely understand if you do not read it!)The past few years have been pretty rough on most of us. I'm sure almost all of us could agree on that, right? Living in con...