The king in yellow - I wrote this
The mountain towered ominously over the rest of the plains. Trees and tall grass hid the acts of nature, big and small. Above it all fell a layer of deep, grey mist. The clouds overhead loomed dark, opening one stream of light onto the mountain. The stream opened further into a river, a flood of yellow light. The animals scurried as the wind picked up, the light burning all that it touched. All who touched the king in yellow's light were to be damned eternally.
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