Wanderers Of the Night
Golden dust glides over the earth falling down, slowly sinks down, freezes and, picked up by a blue-white fog, is drawn into the depths.
The scream of people mixed with the panicked neighing of animals, the rift ran to the caravan and opened even wider, capturing a huge space. People, carts, horses in an instant collapsed into the abyss, and even the path of those who tried to run was crossed by wide cracks, cutting off from salvation. They died a little later, when a blue-white fog splashed out of the bowels of the earth and lay like a greedy, all-absorbing carpet on the grass and on the grove.
Bab Populer