Creeping Around the Street of Shadows

On my spirit, makes a music too. One too far for reckoning? One too devoid of purpose for the hermit to take notice?

The wandering hulk does not know. He dreads the eremite but sweeps over the stellar arch on his way toward destination moon. A cosmic poltergeist, a will-o'-the-wisp of dark matter, an astral brigand, the morphing hulk flits from lunar orbit and vaporizes in the atmosphere, leeching into the damp heath soil in order to reconstitute in a subterranean cavern and brood.

The wild recluse awakens shrieking. The interloper is detected. Massive conjured wedges are stockpiled in the grotto armory. The hazy beast lurking miles under the weepy meadow trembles in fitful slumber. Maddened barking summons the dire hounds. The eremite is ready. The blurry hulk stirs.

Screenshot is from Xbox game Dreamfall: The Longest Journey, developed by Funcom.