mythos

a traveler's diary

I feel the fear boil over. Warm, oily liquid begins to fill my skull. It bubbles over from my spinal cord, flooding out to my jaw. Quickly it fills my nasal cavities, passages. The viscous heat reaches my eyes and stops at my pupils. My skull is now half-filled. I feel a dull roar in my ears. I stride purposefully forward to my unfocused destination. The heat sloshes slowly, heavily.

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