THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━ ..FANTODS..
(noun) state of extreme anxiety and distress. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
'Oh, the divine mother may the stars be in goodwill.'
Rohana kept repeating the words whenever her eyes rolled towards the wide opened falcon fluttering arms of the carved cavern shrine. When she found none whom she was anticipating, she landed her eyes on the divine mother, who opened her arms holding a flame and half her height, with a vicious vulture perching sceptre, towards the seeker.
With her sombre sunken eyes, she looked at the pristine details adding life and love to a crude white boulder smoked with golden quartz.
The deity had the eyes of a fawn intensified by her crescent trimmed brows. A gentle smile painted her lips as the split tongue of a massive serpent, needled her heavy cheeks. The ebbs of water were coiling her to be latched in her waist by the tightened bends of four serrate fanged reptile. Crumpling leaves and the infantile tendrils with thorns meandered her divine curves above with least of the precious stones and gold embellishing her indefinable charm. Her supposed to be sleeky silver locks were now white and tied high up in two twisted rolls with stars sprinkled on them.
Amidst her showers of solace, Rohana eyes kept loitering at the glazing flame dancing between her brows. It was her solace whenever she was disarrayed. Through her eyes she drank its warmth, but she knew not if it would be enough.
"What happened, Grace? Is there something that I can help with?" Kenna asked as her orange kissed eyes lit up the cedar soaked wicks placed on the hanging lamps to illuminate the dusk pecked place.
"Ah, it's alright, Kenna. I'm just worrying much," Rohana said while scattering some lotus seeds for the purple plumaged ducks quacking with their silver spiralled patterns on their wings as they see her sow their food upon the pond.
"Perhaps a herbal tea and some orchids might be helpful," she asked, but her kindness couldn't delight her even in a bit.
Rohana kept her musings perform her probability tests as interpretations clouded her breath. She was worried about everything she had been witnessing, but she strived to be alive with her work than getting lost in a haze.
Even if she tried her best, one glance of the woman of respect from her head to heel was enough to convey her rioting burdens.
Her dishevelled hair was knotted up in a green piece of cloth to keep them in place and her not so matching dull leaf adorns hummed her unrevealed panics. Her shifting sights from the surroundings to the entrance and then back to the goddess sitting under the gleams of Aetherth's golden sun was bawling her urges.
Kenna noticed them all. She went near her and dropped the crescent bowl scenting the cedar all over the shrine.
"If that shall be it then let's worry together, your grace." She placed her arms on her shoulders and shared her faith.
