Creatures of THE Night
Turning, I noticed a desk pushed out of the way, littered with paintbrushes of various sizes and sealed paint canisters.
I didn't remember that.
Leaving Asmodeus behind me, I stepped toward it, onto the crinkling tarp protecting the hard floor. I traced the sharp lines with my eyes. Noticing it was still wet. Sunlight broke through a thick green canopy, littering sunlight among a forest floor. Highlighting char on the earth, as if once upon a time, the forest had burned. A patch of missing grass along the roots of an ancient tree.
The focal point was a deeply scarred tree. Cracking bark as if it too had burned. Like it had been used up, growing again after being mutilated. Beautiful in a dif