#verse inspo

And so as Monsignor Pruitt wandered, lost in the storm, the sand scratching his eyes, cutting into his face, he saw before him, there was a darkness in the dunes. Mouth of a cave, perhaps. A door to some ancient ruin. And his failing mind only sought shelter, so in he went, eagerly, into the darkness of the thing. The cave-like entrance that had just opened up in front of him. Until all the light went -
↳ Father Paul’s confession; Episode 103, Book III: Proverbs, MIDNIGHT MASS