The woman of no return.

Thought I’d found them… But no. I'm standing. My body lie, but still I roam. And they are death. Bad deaths. Deaths not worth thinking about, and so I don't, as I wander these tunnels, lost, waiting to run out of oxygen.

The woman of no return keeps wandering.

🏔 Monti Sibillini. Meraviglia.

🎧 Migration Feathers. General Elektriks.