Pot of fertile dirt. As the sprout has reached an end, it's time for full bloom...

Welcome to Painsville. It is where your dreams perish, where hope stops breathing...

An empty household. Quiet as a graveyard night with cobwebs abound...

The Creator speaks. Earth and the Heavens commence the dawn of the first...

Dark, thunderous storm. A worn, tattered boat is saved by the true Saviour...

The Spinster toils. Caught in a web of despair. Here comes the spider...

A rocky terrain. The cunning Viper awaits those who stumble...

Place of no return, the Sinister is lurking to recruit my soul...

Upon my first glance, beauty beseeches my eyes and cripples my soul...

Walls of solitude separated from the norm. Sleep is a close friend...

Poison’s drink of choice. With every swig, toxins flow. Sin is now in play...