If you see a crystal skull at a garage sale and you think to yourself, “Gee, this’ll make a nifty paperweight,” so you buy it for ten bucks and take it home and find yourself gazing into its eye sockets for hours at a time for no good reason, don’t be surprised if strange things begin to happen, especially on the night of the full moon. It’s quite possible your mind will be sucked out of your own bony skull and enter the crystal one, where it will be flung across the astral plane, piercing the mystic veil enshrouding the ancient past and plunging you into the fabled kingdom of Atlantis. That’s exactly what happened to me not long ago – except I think I ended up in ALT-lantis, since it was a little bit different than the one Plato and Cayce talked about.
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