Fellowship Construction Zone

Carved into the secretive hills of a corner to oblivion a project is underway. The sawing and hammering noise breezes away toward sea, audible only to waterlogged mammals.

The building is a canned scream, a whimper, a whisper. It imposes with an unemotional shrug. The horror has yet to take place, yet occurred so long ago.

In the highest perch a light blinks alive.

Screw It

I tried to post something about the new land, including pictures, and all the blah. My publishing skills require much attention, for it all came out horrid.

So yeah, this avie acquired land and started building stuff. This avie's friend Ariel acquired adjacent land and intends to launch stuff onto my land. It should be a riot.

Pictures exist, but in the hopes to not burst a blood vessel in my face, they shall remain omitted.