The ice ripped open.
Your prompt is CREVASSE.
Hello? You, down there!
I think I can see your eyes
Why are they glowing?
What lies at its depths.
The ice ripped open.
Your prompt is CREVASSE.
Hello? You, down there!
I think I can see your eyes
Why are they glowing?
What lies at its depths.
I stand at the edge,
Afraid yet rapturous too.
The depths call to me.
An homage to Lovecraft's "At the Mountains of Madness";
Wind over glacial ice
Frozen voices eerily
Scream "tekeli-li"