Glory

Do you feel that?

Something is coming.

A swirling force of purples and blacks. Wrapped in shadow but wreathed in moonlight, dressed in turbulence and smelling faintly of romance. Stirring beneath black reflective pools, slivers of light quivering on the surface. Depth and madness and glory.

Something is coming.

Taste the power on your tongue and prepare yourself for something frighteningly beautiful and wretchedly amazing.