There is a tree whose influence ripples out through dimensions.
The sky wasn’t supposed to look like that—molten chalk spirals bleeding into the ozone like some apocalyptic finger painting done by a lunatic with a grudge against god. The city...
The Voodoo Master suddenly woke up from his slumber, when he sensed the disturbance in the force. He sensed a million plants screaming at once and didn't even think to...