Literature
Silent Hill 3 - Chapter 25
Life is but a dream.
This world, wreathed in flames, the blackened skies crumbling into ash. Warped steel smoldered beneath desperate steps, arms clasped about a treasure worth dying for, the cherubic little face smiling, oblivious to the chaos around as this newborn life lay entwined in the arms of its protector.
But he was no savior. He could not keep the fires at bay, watching as molten shadow burning with the fury of the sun set upon him –
Yet strangely, he was not consumed. The air blasted hotly through his ears as he whipped around to see the white maiden, her will alone securing his passage, her body crumbling beneath the wrath of t
