173 - SCP Foundation

He stands

king

over all he has ever wanted; a shadowed corner

in a fetid cell.

Life

is nothing to stone.

Mountains erode.

Hillsides crumble.

To him, they go as whisper fast as men

whose eyes

have

failed

them.

Offal spreads from his feet,

stinking, harsh,

making unprepared eyes water-

so much faster,

stone.

Stone does not care for life,

and this stone cares yet less

but for the quick,

subtle

delicate

erosion

of the snap of bone on bone.

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here."

Stone does not care.

Don't blink.