The Pale Garden

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 22:04:18 -

The Pale Garden

The taste of copper and old rot was the first thing I knew, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I even opened my eyes, followed by the wet, suffocating weight of the earth pressing against my lungs. I was buried, not in soil, but in a dense, fibrous sludge that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat, like the interior of a living organ. I tried to move, but my limbs were heavy,...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews