Tag: fiction

perhaps the memory is stored in a different dimension and regurgitated by the human brain when required indicating an efficient and strange bio mechanism that triggers subconsciously

chaos does not archive it devours as pages crumble from a dark touch

the honey has soured the wildlings barely exist and the trees speak in anger grinding rust between bark and root

winterdeep’s cold spared none even mages burnt their spellbooks to keep their minds warm

hum of voices from behind the wooden door open it once and be greeted by a vortex of black wings open it twice and behold a sight of sleeping swords tell me when you’ve had the chance to open it thrice

motes of lunar dust shiver in the winter winds singing their way back to the fire

the future is a thousand and more fishbone diagrams hung from silver strings and guided by cyclopean eyes mapping out the possibilities of a single mad act

the mountains part as the battleshocked titan collapses returning stillness to the lands

winter dawn the pale sky fractures and births a beast of wreckage