river crossing: if you have no coin then offer the ferryman a sliver of your soul
Month: October 2026
ritual: drizzle disturbs the skin as the beast of night prowls for sustenance
left behind by the setting sun: ashen moth wings and an abyssal hunger
what comes after the fall? the dead silence of course
strange as it may sound but the void holds an incomprehensible comfort: a solace for the ages
even shadows know better than to wander off alone in the autumn fog: holding hands
tiny maps of the countryside: etched beneath the wings of beetles
after a millennia of sleep: you wake to find that the moon is but a bulb in the sky and all that is green is devoid of life it hurts to breathe and hearts are replaced with artificial suns a metal sparrow lands nearby and i pray with every fibre of my being that this nightmare ends
woodland feys in the city: scream into the void of glass
moonlight: turns ordinary puddles into enchanted lakes
