Caracosa

Written For Endmaster's Prompt Contest #5

A story about a race to acquire a valuable resource

You awake in Carcosa as a lost spirit of a dead mortal. A wraith informs you that there are only four shards of heaven left from before the Great One began to weep into his Colors. As you search under the gaze of the black stars, will you manage to lay hold of the shards, and what profit if you do?

My heart she sings Her song, it rings Against the dripping moon

My heart's maw craves In lead cage raves I will be ended soon.

Author's note: I did not proofread. I did, however, scratch my balls too hard and cut them a little.