The terrible collaboration of strut, rag, smoke and night unleashed another anguished wail. A cry that penetrated every surface within earshot, yet echoed into strange spaces around the unstable silhouette. And from its gradual forming, and as earth’s air embraced it, a foulness flowed in an invisible afterbirth. One of hell’s chimneys might have belched across the water. The stench of the thing was suffocating. An entire electrical grid sparking. A torrent of chlorine gas. The pungent rot of a rainforest corrupted.
