Descriptions of the Nondescript


The Black Wizard turned his back to me, and, with a peculiar left handed gesture, muttered "KUBERNETES" to himself. The air shuddered around him, suffusing the cavern with a dull, slowly fading red glow. As he padded silently away, lost in thought, the space he left behind became cold and damp, with a powerful smell of ozone. I found myself consumed with a longing for Roquefort cheese.

Or something.