Happy Day in Hell
A Subterranean Paradise (of Sorts) A Twisted Landscape The air hangs thick, not with the acrid stench of sulfur as you might imagine, but with the scent of freshly-baked… something. It’s a smell that defies easy categorization, a peculiar blend of ozone and cotton candy, clinging to the cobbled streets. Welcome, weary traveler, to a … Read more
