Quote by Felix Blackwell
““It was an endless labyrinth of burning flesh, where we are propelled ever forward by the swelling of blisters; and where we gasp for air constantly, only to choke on toxic smoke.””
““It was an endless labyrinth of burning flesh, where we are propelled ever forward by the swelling of blisters; and where we gasp for air constantly, only to choke on toxic smoke.””