. . . a crescent moon adorned the heavens as the Witch King approached Jack Straw. Beyond physics and dimension, his presence began muttering an ancient curse, “ Stella obscura . . .”
From the crypt of shadows, tethered in opaque expression, the Witch King poured Jack’s light into ashes and whispered, “Dark Star”.
From the crypt of shadows, tethered in opaque expression, the Witch King poured Jack’s light into ashes and whispered, “Dark Star”.