Black, grey smoke with a hint of white thrown in for good measure….
How many shades of grey can you have? Or even a hint of midnight blue if you look deep enough!
How many shades can you see?
How thick is this SMOKE?
Is this Smoke all one consistent line?
Does this Smoke ever change direction?
Tearing down and picking up pieces of debris in its wake?
How much Smoke is in that Smoke?
How dense is that Smoke; that it can fly, swirl, sweep, gush, twirl around and latch onto something, someone and continue to swoosh around the land unnoticed?
It can cause harm, deep vein thrombosis springs to mind, seeing thick black veins in the neck, with death lurking around the corner. Turning humans into angry, violent zombies if you come into contact with one.
Where does it end up, you ask me?
Depths of below stairs even the King of Hell didn’t know it was alive and kicking.
Is he bothered!
Am I bothered!!
Face – Bothered!!!
So what lurks within? One lonely female going by the name of Amara?
What secrets do they hold?
And most importantly what stories does this entity share?