blue sap pools at the edge of the universe now an ocean of futures and possibilities a gathering of fates undecided by the mad gods
Month: January 2025
crows stand vigil on the borders of frost as petals dyed in cosmic light sway ever but gently enough to draw the lich’s undying attention
a ghastly talon scratches at the door that divides the warm flesh from winter’s rime
thoughts derail as the flesh fights its war against winter winds
two skies have fallen one of frost and the other of fire a third sky falls in the form of a crystal songbird as illusion shatters the truth is harnessed from the chaos of felled lies
the lands of the first flame bears down hard on strangers where dragons molt in reverse turning soft before darkness hardens the underplates the sight of unlit pyres tell a tale of moksha the liberation of soul from body and from the clutches of the evercycle not everyone deserves it but a few do
the unthinkable has happened and time is at a standstill as we walk barefoot across a sea of ash while the world dreams we live out the sins of our curse
wanderers from foreign worlds walk a trail of silver dust high above a black hawk surveys their fate in keen silence
gone are the days of freedom what remains are the echoes and ashes of wartime remnants hoping to inspire a generation that has lost its soul
th river needed no king only the song and secrets of cold currents