An Obol For The Crossing

Feet shuffle on grey sand. A chill wind blows. Megakles would shiver if he still had a body, but instead the wind moans through his phantasmic ribs, adding to the chorus of distilled despair on the banks of the River Styx.Another day in the everlasting night of the Underworld.Megakles sighs. In life, his breath could … Continue reading An Obol For The Crossing