https://youtu.be/iAyY2dvP9vU<span class="mu-r">It wouldn’t be a proper morning without a good <span class="mu-i">DIARY ENTRY</span>, now would it? Finding a suitable part of the cavern wall for your musings, you extend one of your finely-manicured claws and get to carving…
‘<span class="mu-i">Day: One-hundred, probably
Dreaming of your screaming.
You’ve got me scheming.
I SHOUT!
Your throat’s torn OUT!
And now I’m beaming!
Weather: Chilly
Mood: Mysterious
-Queen Rezalith the First, Scourge of the Red Plane</span>’
Running your claws over your handiwork, you nod with approval as the demonic runes heat up at your touch. Some might say it’s a waste to record your musings in a world shrouded in darkness, but if you ever met those people, well, they wouldn’t be doing much ‘saying’ for long…
The grin forged from your entry fades like a candle in a hurricane… what <span class="mu-i">happened</span>? A few days ago you were practically jumping for <span class="mu-i">JOY</span> about being on your own again! No one to tell you ‘No’! No needing to get up and move thanks to The Snack’s nightly yowlings!
You’re <span class="mu-i">FREE</span>, damn it!
…so why do you feel <span class="mu-i">trapped?</span>
Dislodging the thought from your head with a few quick shakes, you try and fail to shake some of the perpetual heat from your devilish bod. Perhaps a dip in some icy water will clear your head of this <span class="mu-i">WEAKSPEAK</span>!
So down you fly, relishing the brisk, morning air as a few wayward snowflakes meet their sizzling demise upon meeting your skin! Following the waterfall to a small pool, you instinctively tense up at the sound of running water…</span>
Why?
>CONTD. 