Antigone entrance post
The door opens slowly, and a young woman-- scarcely more than a girl-- steps hesitantly into the bar. She blinks: this light is so much more than what she has become accustomed to, waiting in the dark ...
Her dark hair is tangled, and her dress covered in dirt; her thin, thin arms and legs are crusted with it.
This isn't what she had imagined death would be like.
Her dark hair is tangled, and her dress covered in dirt; her thin, thin arms and legs are crusted with it.
This isn't what she had imagined death would be like.