/lit/ - Literature

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As the soldier cautiously crept through the ruined building, he could feel the weight of the oppressive darkness bearing down upon him. The air was thick with a putrid stench that seemed to seep into his very soul, as if he himself was a walking rotting corpse of some sort.
With each step he took, clouds of dust billowed up around him, filling his lungs and stinging his eyes. He could feel the tiny grains of debris grinding against his skin, as if they were trying to burrow their way into his flesh.
The thin beams of light that filtered through the demolished walls only served to deepen the sense of dread that had settled over him. Their long, twisted shadows only seemed to close in one moment at a time, whispering of a wicked conspiracy.
Everywhere he looked, he saw the signs of decay and rot. Moss and fungi clung to the walls and floors, their tendrils reaching out like grasping hands. Trash and debris littered the floor, forming an almost insurmountable obstacle course that threatened to trip him up with every step.
As he moved deeper into the darkness, the faint sound of something moving in the shadows, a soft, scraping noise made his blood run cold. Was it true? Did the shadows really spoke to him, or was that merely a trick of his own deviated mind?