As the palms blow in the warm breeze you look up the towering sandstone stairs. Above, stretching into the sky, the marble pillars tower upwards, flanking the path up to the grand throne.
This picture of civility is not all as it seems however, a gaping maw opens to the lower level where all manner of grisly remains protrude from the mounds of sand, broken and gnawed. Punishment or sacrifice, all are welcome meals to the denizens of the pit.
Davidcruger
2019-11-19 14:32:16 +0000 UTC