dulce

She wandered through the decrepit structure, monolithic doors long since snapped off their hinges. Their rotting forms were strewn across the entryway, shifting underfoot with each step. Something about this place demanded silence. Reverence. Shadow wrapped form slunk through the entryway, unaware that a cursed being should burst aflame in this place. Crimson optics flicked over the strange effigies. The odd arrangement of wood, carved and assembled to stand aloft from the ground. Sliding between their polished, weathered forms, she sought out the odd scenes depicted on the walls.

Winged creatures, faint but recognizable. They soared across the walls. Among strange beasts, there were no wolves. How strange. She skimmed her shoulder along the wall as she walked. Keeping herself grounded as she absorbed the sight. Light, pale and warm, spread across one part of the wall. Encircled everything. That must have been what Abba and his goon squad were trying to find. How strange, that she, a cursed beast, had been the first to lay eyes upon it. Disgrace the sight with her unseemly, unholy eyes. A dark laugh tripped over her tongue, ending as quick as it had begun.

At the front of the place, a long bodied creature was suspended from the wall. Made of stone, or something similar. Crumbling, inanimate. Chunks of mineral lay scattered across the floor. One limb had fallen to the ground, and extended towards her from its final resting place. Five long digits, cupped together and filled with water turned to ice. Offering something, once upon a time. Perhaps.

"A very elaborate display of futility, don't you think?" She asked aloud, to anyone who listened. After all, whoever had created this was long dead. Gone. What did this weird place get them? What had they gained from it? Nothing important. They were still dead. Buried. Dust under the paws of something bigger, better, and just as infinitesimal. The world spun on regardless, as it always would.