(20 April 2016 - 06:07 AM)What breeds here in this malevolent garden. What crawls under foot of tooth and claw, to drain and taste. Smell of poison from the flowers of the damned. Inveigled to the honey of the wicked bees, sting for dead. The scent of nectars infected by the reek of molder. A butterfly in search of prey. Walk softly, all have ears and they are far too sharp. In this nightmare garden, none are weak, the killers survive.
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