A solitary wreckage is weighted to the ground, blessed with souls lurking in the charades of darkness. A colourful sensation sways beneath a silhouetted figure towering over the bloom, leaving an enigma behind. A beam of light is commemorated, engulfed in history. A hollow blankets the discolouration surrounding. A death defying scream curdles in the draught of silence.

Memory is shattered. The tentacles of the decay damaging the spirits of undefined souls. Webbed shadows linger, blasting erupting thoughts. Luring a locked pathway sealed with secrets.

By Cara Reid