The Lost Town

Moda

You were lured in by the song, catching only glimpses of the white ethereal creature that called you here. But now you are one of many in this empty port town, under constant clouds and rain, it seems as if the sea, sky, and land are all perpetual gray. A light fog hovers over the ground, and even the streetlights are dim. The air is silent, broken only by the occasional cry for help as I draw in one of my captives for the final meal, and that sound vanishes just as quickly, as I release a satisfied whistling sound as my victim digests into mist within me.