We are inside Hell. How can I describe it any other way?
I can feel the fires of the glass works. I can smell the sulphurous breath of our chthonic gods.
I live in squalid darkness and breathe filthy air.
My name is Rose and I’ve never seen the sky.
www.troglodyterose.com
[Shameless self-promotion, I know, but I'm excited!]
I can feel the fires of the glass works. I can smell the sulphurous breath of our chthonic gods.
I live in squalid darkness and breathe filthy air.
My name is Rose and I’ve never seen the sky.
www.troglodyterose.com
[Shameless self-promotion, I know, but I'm excited!]