Wallachia, 1467
A procession of beautiful, seemingly luminous figures in flowing white garments half-walked, half-glided along a forest path, flanked by the overgrown ruins of an ancient colonnade. Most of the weather-beaten, lichen-encrusted stone columns could have passed for tree-stumps but for the regularity of their positioning. A few still bore fragments of entablature, carved mainly with images of strange, serpentine, wolf-headed creatures. At the end of this ancient walkway was a ruined mausoleum, now no more than a small, square “grove” of pillars, regularly-spaced but of uneven height, and long-deprived of their roof. At the centre was a stone sarcophagus, covered with a massive slab. The beautiful figures moved around this coffin-like structure, forming a circle.
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Life and Death Choices Made Casually Scene 105
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Surrogate Scene 177
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Bad Moon Rising Scene 19
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Regressed to Beat Stress Scene 31
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Diaper Dimension Scene 56
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