Tentacles of the Abyss

As he runs down the long stone bridge, he gazes toward the horizon desperately trying to find a trace of it's end, but it just keeps extending. He keeps frantically looking left and right at the tall black pillars that line this bridge; giant green tentacles embracing the pillars. Each pillar that he passes is released of its tentacles, as they begin to join the others and hunt him down.

Beyond this bridge, beyond these pillars, there is nothing. Only blackness sets the backdrop. Not even the moon shows itself.

He keeps running; his legs burning like fire, his heart faster than comprehension, sweat from exhaustion stinging his eyes as he keeps running half-blind. He dares not look back at what pursues him, afraid that the sight of it will petrify him.

There is still no end in sight! He can’t take it anymore! He jumps off the edge of the bridge hoping to escape this nightmare; but he doesn’t wake up. He feels his legs being crushed as the tentacles catch him and he hangs helplessly upside down, the blood rushing to his head. The tentacles surround his peripherals, framing the great beast’s face as it slowly emerges from the abyss.

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