I feel decomposed. Bloody bones crawling with maggots. An obscure parade; a moldy, nightmarish swarm. The ground quivers and quakes in the labyrinth, here where I whisper, "save me, somebody, save me." Some devil, some demon, they wail and prank, "you aren't worth the saving, you are too heinous, yet." I yelp. I awaken.
It is a foggy dusk that was alluring, so enticing to lead me to the dank woods. A dismal rain set, and the smell to infect the animals, to influence magic. I haven't thought this through. Caution to the faeries, leprechauns, ogres, trolls, the sinister that prowl, rasp, petrify these woods. Spellbound, I continue, c