Horrified
Night had fallen over the village of Bodega Bay.
Night had fallen over the village of Bodega Bay.
It all began with a voyage across calm seas, as we boarded the ship and searched for a paradise of our own.
The candlelight flickers across the damp stone walls, casting long shadows that stretch and twist.
Your skin is cold as you awaken in the dark.
The wind rustled gently through the trees.
It was like there were pixels: red ones, blue ones and black ones.
The sun had just begun its slow climb over the horizon, casting molten gold across the waves.
Working by candlelight, we carefully stepped between endless shelves of books, books whose vivid imagination and terrible thoughts had become real and had entered our world.
There is something fascinating about making things up that could never exist.
It started as a thought experiment, sealed away from the certainty of observation.