For Rob Carmack's Contest " King Of Terrors". Date September 14, 2026
Life’s unsung tunes fade away into nothingness with the menagerie of mirage disappearing in the realm of death. Trudging on the desolate deserted pathway the fragile footprints collapse in his kingdom where the cosmic monarch of the end, the ruler of the last breath, carves his throne from the sands of time. With the arcane image of terror concealed like the sordid silhouettes of lethal menace the king rules without mercy or malice, lurks in the shadow of dark danger into the quintessence of placid life, and waits at the pause of every heartbeat, encased within the freight frame, configured from the vicious void of timeless inevitability.
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