thatbluemerm:

dark-mlm-suggestion:

When you breach the edge of the cornfield, you enter a different world. The sounds of the day are drowned beneath the rustling ocean of dry, stiff stalks. The hills and trees are gone, replaced only with the blue sky and rotting, forgotten ears of corn that tower over your head. The air is heavier here, thick with dust and death.

You lay yourself down in-between the rows, naked and drizzled with clay-flecked honey, and you wait for it to arrive.

this is it

this is how I will seduce the mothman