Occult/Spirituality, Black, Black, Number One by Happy Parrot
From deep below a strange liquid substance was pouring from the tinny hole made in the earth, it looked like oil, but it was more cohesive and oily than what humans would call Oil.
This liquid had strange viscosity and agility, it was dark but shiny in an unnatural way that could not be described, one has to see this anomaly comming from Mother Earth.
The oily substance started to move in the cyclical matter, creating a vortex high as 4 meters, and then without any signs of disturbance plunged into itself becoming again just a black pool of oily unusual liquid, for an untrained eye just an oil surfacing on the specific spot.
High above two researchers are looking below them, for any sign of animal activity…
Russian Tundra was a vast, very remote, and desolate place to be, somedays you will find what you are after but many times you would be out of luck and come home empty-handed.
Jurij was an Aeroflot decorated pilot, now he had his own firm, flying around enthusiasts, scientists, and here and there drunken rock stars from all parts of the world.
These two geeks behind him were, something between scientist and enthusiast…
They talked a lot but many times Jurij would just give them a silent nod, as if he would care but truth be told he could care less if these two idiots would find anything or not…
For him this was just another route and another cargo in human form, doing what they are supposed to do…but mostly be annoying and loud.
In a glimpse of a moment he thought he have seen something black, rising in the air…but upon closer inspection, it was one of those oil smudges that you could see all over the Eastern part of Russia.
For some unknown reason, he said to those two adventures:
Hey, guys, do you want to see, something weird?
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