Copper Flayed Miner
The crusty copper rod stands erect on the crown of the tallest hill. Like a jade jewel atop the lofty heights the rod taunts the skies. Black storm clouds roll over the country side pregnant with blasting bolts. The rod beckons them, taunting the very sky. The sky gods anger hurtles down blinding fast smiting the mound.
The rod takes it all in, every inch of white hot energy flows through it. The thunder strokes zeal passes from the tip to the bottom. This isn't the end of the journey however, attached to the bottom of the rod are copper wires. The energy sizzles through zigzagging eye blink quick along the passage.
Deep underground it goes, back and forth, looping and folding before reaching the end of the destination. A series of wires once used to power the mines lights have become tangled around some poor soul. The storms boon creating a never ending feedback loop of screeching immortality.
The miners body, fried, frayed, crisp and horribly burnt snaps to life as organs are blasted back to life. A ear splitting whistle scream of pure sorrow erupts from the throat of the once mortal. Shrieking upwards once lank hair now bolt on end. Blue and white spiderweb like lines snapping between follicles. The once husk full of vim and vigor and it bounds down the mine shafts.
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