OMNIUM-GATHERUM

"Look up, if you dare." Gawk at the rib-bone arch, the vertebrae spire curling skyward, a grotesque mimicry of divinity. No doors here, no windows, only gaping mouths in the walls, the endless maw yawning wide below. It masquerades as ascent, this jagged path, bone-white steps spiraling up into nothing, but you and I know better. We know there is no heaven waiting at the summit, only the descent, only the slip and tumble into the pit where hunger is king and flesh is its willing bride. (@OUTXRAGE)