the fog on one side and the first light on the other critters watch grim as the forest brokers peace between the two
Month: October 2025
the autumn moon grows cheeky raising false ancestors from the sea and setting them loose upon the mortal world
the fish wear the faces that drown and dissolve into stories
you ignore the stranger’s advice and plant your thoughts now wildfires bloom
investigation log #3: the beast does not merely eat it collects the subconscious matter of unsuspecting victims
oceans burn and wave after wave vanish into the tide’s throat
you walk right in and the forest speaks but you never listen your thoughts occupied by puny conventions and skeletal concepts come back again when the noise is gone
veins hum with alien hymns and the river neon swallows strangers’ heartbeats all sense of being lovingly consumed with otherworldly directive
the ocean forgets the warmth of summer and with each crash of waves the silver moon is summoned into existence
come closer and you will find lightning trapped within dewdrops in the dark before dawn
elancharan gunasekaran 