Caldarea se intoarce

While driving down the wits of the neverending sand, a limping eye caught my atention, it was destiny that hungered for my flesh, pitty as  i felt for destiny i rose down upon my feet trembling and gazing upon it's underbelly, my what an underbelly. As i ran for my life in an neverending pile of tears, i saw my reflection, it was laughing at me, it too hungered for my flesh, it too wanted to consume me. Every second counted as i felt nightshade gloming my insides, it was INDIGESTION.The bucket spoke again, it said that i needed the DARC Key of ETERNEL SLUMBER, if i wanted my sorrow to end, i refused, knowing that the bucket too wanted my flesh............As the bucket left i felt a gimering on my neck, it was fire, my neck was burning, fire sought my flesh from the verry bigining. "Dictus amonius tar" something random in latin no one cares about, and i died