a fragment a name the fisherman casts his line into the void and pulls out the crescent moon by its horns
Tag: fiction
the tundra conjures its bare minimum a cold and deep state of freeze no ghost phantom or flesh can bear to dream in
little do they know how little these wild eyed huntsmen know that chasing phantoms is an affliction of the frail human mind
caravans carrying ghosts and lost things settle in the shadow of the tundra
the compass was drawn by a liar’s tongue true north shifts like a trickster’s illusion as bodies stray into the fog
a little luck can go a long away some might even say you are the chosen when the bard his fiddle and pride were the only ones left unscathed on his highstool after the tavern collapsed upon itself in all the mad merrymaking
I write to you in vain this letter pains me to report that yet another adept has been taken by the fires of self immolation will anyone ever be strong enough to control the fires of the flamefather we run out of time and the dark lords have almost breached the veil
human ceremonies are bliss by faeborn standards a fae bride receives three gifts from her maids of honour: something that rots a memory of carnage and a cursed incantation
in the winter cavern a dragon hoards names instead of gold it devours stories your history and existence forgotten in an instant
the stars tried to map the depths of this ocean they tried and now they haven fallen silent
