sold out for the shape of the palm tree scene

He was well now, lungs clear and strong again, yet it would seem that he would catch no breaks. His fever broke with the coming of the quakes and the red sky, but part of him wished that he had just stayed sick instead. What did all of this mean? Why was he better now only to be thrown into a fresh type of hell?

Forbidden from traveling up north to investigate the spires that broke through the ground, he'd been given no such warning about the shore and apparently things were happening there too. Terror didn't wait around for someone to stop him, nor did he grab his beloved twin to make the journey with. He'd certainly hear about it later, chastised by not only his mother but the only other wolf he cared for, but that wasn't on his mind now. Maybe, just maybe, if he could figure something out about what was happening it would be overlooked. He was really just trying to help. Was that so bad?

As he crossed through lands he'd never visited before, he felt compelled to check them out. Maybe it had spread further inland? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as he traveled, but as he got closer to the ocean he could tell the land between him and the sea was changing... like actively changing. Terror stopped in his tracks, watching as the sand churned and split. The earth shook lightly beneath his paws, was that causing it? It made sense, he thought, but what did it explain? Nothing much.

Movement caught his pale gaze, but it wasn't from the ground. A giant child was wandering around, rivaling his own tiny size. They seemed just as confused as him, but perhaps they were also lost. "You from around here?" he barked rather suddenly from where he stood a few paces away, making his presence known if the child hadn't noticed him already.

there is a hell, believe me, i've seen it
there is a heaven, let's keep it a secret
Speech ─ Think