a meteor shower softly serenades otherworldly heresy
Month: June 2025
the gods are long gone but belief is a stubborn echo of our humanity
the sickle grows sharper with each harvest of a soul’s silence
after the rain everything becomes wrong and beautiful
blades bent into flowers a warlord sharpens his warcry
from the bones of a dead god came wolves and a child whose claps shattered reality
a quill carved from thunder erases the kingdoms youve built inside your head
under the gaze of twelve moons they buried the lich’s darkest song
the orchard was once a rebellion listen and you will hear the echo of verdant war cries
the salt prophet circles the marsh his lips sewn shut with brine threads
elancharan gunasekaran 