Random Drabble of Rassilon (100 words)
Aka, the weird meanderings of my mind, masquerading as prose....
This is where the Time Lords went.
Like the dinosaurs of old, erased from life, yet leaving traces in the molasses. A legend here, a nightmare there; an echo heard softly in the vortex.
Their ghosts, they haunt, they rattle through the schism, reverberate through the Medusa Cascade, but it’s easy to ignore that, as the engine screams through its journey, with no end in sight.
The question still remains, though, who to run from next? Because they don’t exist, they never existed, that is the whole point.
Better to hold onto that.
Because the alternative is unthinkable.
Or just unlikely.
This is where the Time Lords went.
Like the dinosaurs of old, erased from life, yet leaving traces in the molasses. A legend here, a nightmare there; an echo heard softly in the vortex.
Their ghosts, they haunt, they rattle through the schism, reverberate through the Medusa Cascade, but it’s easy to ignore that, as the engine screams through its journey, with no end in sight.
The question still remains, though, who to run from next? Because they don’t exist, they never existed, that is the whole point.
Better to hold onto that.
Because the alternative is unthinkable.
Or just unlikely.