A great crack runs through the hard packed dirt, becoming ever wider and deeper and and it goes, stretching and twisting and winding. Dark, sleek shapes slither and coil in the half-hidden depths, shrouded in shadows even as the sun bears down with furious heat. Somewhere, echoing up from the depths is the sound of running water...
The Pit of Vipers
A great crack runs through the hard packed dirt, becoming ever wider and deeper and and it goes, stretching and twisting and winding. Dark, sleek shapes slither and coil in the half-hidden depths, shrouded in shadows even as the sun bears down with furious heat. Somewhere, echoing up from the depths is the sound of running water...