Ankyra Sound gulper shark

for the walk, they did not speak. which she unexpectedly found herself grateful for. it built up the atmosphere that swirled around them. maybe that was the spirits, but she found she could not voice such a thing.

shivers down her spine again.

this time it felt like no ocean breeze could be blamed for it.

the walk of faith was worth it. the sight was something old and ancient. something otherworldly entirely and it seemed to be stuck in that world it had come from. some part of her wished to lean into it so near she might breathe the dust in. as if that might make this whole place haunt her, live in her. a step closer, an admiration for the old things that she dared not breathe on or in.

this was the kind of thing that needed to be preserved. this was the kind of thing that brought life to a haunted corner more than anyone’s tired little bedtime stories. it was real.

it was flesh and blood and bone.

her gaze swept with a reverent look now. nothing she had seen compared to this moment now. as if something had nearly possessed her. jaws split as if she meant to speak and yet they clipped close just as fast.

no words could do justice and the impact of it all laid clear as a summer’s day on her face.