Sep 13, 2017
It had the look of purgatory. Fog cut through with bright white light, burning away the moisture in the air near the caldera, creating a crown of wetness and airy muck around that arid deathly pit of obsidian rock bubbling hot with magma. Here on the grey and barren rim one could so easily imagine they were stuck between salvation and the pit, walking in endless circles never seeing the entirety of the landscape, only wishing allowance to ascend or fall, but afraid to ever dedicate ones self to the choice.
