anarchy blooms in every field: wildflower uprising
Month: June 2025
it drifts low a predatory cloud heavy with ancient gravity
you may descend the abyss either by invitation or by simply forgetting your humanity
mist and temple incense dance to the sensual song of dawn
you finish the carving of a sigil and it finishes you
within this infernal prism of glass ribs light folds like paper here
the oldest texts are cocoons and if opened right night transforms into neon
void archive the librarian burns spineless books to keep herself warm
human and fey royalty climb down into wells to consult with constellations living there
crawl out from the womb of void and the world is older but you have yet to age
elancharan gunasekaran 