posted on Aug, 20 2020 @ 07:31 PM
Five empty wooden stumps sat around a roaring campfire at the bottom of a deep ravine. The ground was flat gravel and one by one they appeared and
became five in various poofs of thunderous claps of ground shaking rumbles and silence but voices in the far distance closed in slowly around them and
then stopped. The five clapped hands together sending a wave of power spinning and scattering the voices tearing them apart in shreds of grey that
disappeared slowly in mist......The stumps are still there to this day but are growing larger with time. The End
edit on 20-8-2020 by bluemooone2 because: (no reason given)
edit on Sun Aug 23 2020 by DontTreadOnMe because: (no reason
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