User blog comment:Blacknumber1/No, This is NOT a Contest/@comment-26030957-20150616060134

...and now, down upon four feet, we run. Empy, Shadow and I, all transformed and wild. Turned feral beneath the light of a full moon that rises up out the hills and spreads its light like a can of spilled white paint, pouring itself out and leaking across the sky. We uncover that body from its grave of leaves and with joyous relish make good our promises of debauchery. Together we run, the three of us, through the cold night and beneath the sparkling stars, the forest our protector, the trees and earth our turf and place to be free and find commune within nature. But, as the meth wears off and the wine goes thin in our veins we return. To our screens and our lives, our hopes and our dreams, our echoes as we voice our visions upon this wiki.