“Mithrais used to love that place. The symphony of a thousand droplets, falling from the infinite leaves, into the still waters of the Pond, while the warm rays of the Sun filtered through the branches, iluminated the scene with an undescriptible amount of colours.

That day though, she could only hear her desperated moans, quieted by the deafening buzz of gigantic wings, while the monster hammered on and on, deeper and deeper into her bowels, bestowing her with the grace of it’s offspring”.