The Gate of Death
Once you have entered the gate there is no
turning back. Inside the gate lies mountains
crusted with black dust. Birds with bulging
eyes and unknown sounds that makes your
heart swell with fear.
Crackling of the ground below you with
lava pockets swelling from the ground.
Inside the gate is a garden of death just
waiting for it's oponet. Death awaits
and will challenge you into a death fight.
It will destroy you and bury you in the '
black dust of the mountains. You will
melt and be tortured by the bulging
eyes of the birds.
Your eyes will be plucked like a feather.
And your remains will be a prisoner
inside the gate until you turn to sand
and the gate of death will continue
to feed off your bones.
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