You walk along the dark corridor, the only light that isn't from your torch filters through the factory windows in fractured patterns. Moonlight. It took you so damn long to find the place that the sun started to set just as you entered the tired iron gates. Underfoot are crisp wrappers from candy long abandoned, … Continue reading The Factory
"Moonlight." Cadance watched as Tembe lifted her arms towards the grey, almost white mass in the sky. The clouds had shifted, the view clear, the stars a glittering assemblage around it.