A Gentle End or a Torturous One?

Gypsy wasn't born blind, so she could imagine all of the things that Gem was describing. Tall spikes of metal or stone. A red sky. She'd felt the tremors and she could hear the screaming of the wind. The sound was odd, grating, unsettling. She didn't like it.

The ground apparently wasn't any different so the small wolf gave up her digging and waited for her guide to move forward before she began walking again. "Do you think something is going to happen? " She remembered tales of the time that the world turned to a seemingly endless night. Was it happening again? Was the red only the beginning?

"Gypsy" "Bertha"