March 2025 – Page 9 – elancharan gunasekaran

in the chaos of unmaking a dryad laughs herself into dust

one last hunt: the winter seas bloom and froth fangs of salt upon mortal shores

the lungs of the slumbering beast reshapes the wind and the land ripples in terror

every sigh and word is a door and doors are hungry things eager to devour your soul’s essence

the winter winds bow to no throne and when it sings all things break

step into the temple of no doors chant the unimaginable and watch the gods blink in a mysterious code

vines of ink pour from cloud scattered letters each a waterfall of memories

a nameless girl held out her hand and time like sand flows out in a constant stream vanishing into the abyssal maws of the deathwurm

a fox with three eyes swallows the moon its belly becoming a voidborn cocoon

misty serpents descend from storm clouds and coil seductively around the winter sun