Madness string 716

Random mermaid
It is another world, and yet it looks so close to home. It is simply dead, dead and desolate, stretching from horizon to horizon and past each horizon lies only more death, more desolation. It is a setting of monumental loneliness, coming so far to an alien world only to see so much nothing.
When I was little and I went to church people would talk about 'fearing god'. They would use 'fear' to describe like a way of respecting him while understanding his power and I never knew what that meant until I met a fucking horse.