Tales From a Thousand Worlds

The deep echo of drums thrummed their way through the dark, steamy corners of the shrouding jungle. Thick vines hung down from the tight packed trees, so closely woven that they formed a veil through which barely an arm span ahead could be seen. Roots writhed in the black soils, heavy laden with mosses and bright fungi of a multitude of hues. Heat clung like a spider to everything, a moist heat that could rot the flesh and the mind of any ill disposed to it.

Follow this link for Part Three of Dreams of Days to Come