Moonlight Trail

In the land of Who Knows, I saw a feral German shepherd growling and circling its greatest disobedient foe.

In the land of Who Knows, I encountered the last of them all, the vicious titanoboa.

In the land of Who Knows, I smelt the exquisite taste of a perfectly cooked medium rare ribeye steak that caused me to lose my taste buds.

In the land of Who Knows, I heard the melancholy wheeze of a dying hyena crying out for guidance.

In the land of Who Knows, I imprisoned a death-dealer with ragged claws and a corrugated backbone.

In the land of Who Knows, I touched the ignited wings of a blazing hot phoenix.

In the land of Who Knows, I heard the aggravating sound of a reverberating siren that extended across a deserted town in Area 51.

In the land of Who Knows, I felt a stab of guilt so agonising, my adrenaline rushed causing me to perish.