wild magic violently evolves between pale palms in search of its true shape
Tag: fiction
a serpent of roots and black fire coils round the dying earth with a primal hiss it calls forth new worlds from the void
three nights of rain reveals an intricate map made of mud and debris
riddles forged out of starlight there is magic at every turn every node and intersection hides an incantation that reveals a world beyond our reality
in the soft roar of a newborn flame a flutter of wings stir the molten underbelly of the earth
to the breathing earth we bow robed pagans each presiding over a fae mound as its protector the oath is taken as bodies transform into a conduit for nature’s wrath
I’ll take the small wins over the big any day the quiet over the crowd and be contend with all the seasons have to offer
the invisible face hugger refuses to go as cheeks redden from the embrace of winter’s cold draft
phantasmal orbs flicker and tremble trailing off into the deeper darkness as serpents of light
a moonlit coated slug finds its target in the raised hackles of the wildebeest as true darkness descends a greater evil is lured to the shimmering carcass a beacon in the eternal plains