Encircled by twisting roots that have woven their way in, out and around the velvet carpet of moss, i sit. The dawn dew drops transfer themselves from the green undergrowth to my translucent, pale skin. Ivy ladders inch up the tree in torturous tangles and, as i gaze up into the mangled knots and crevices of the ancient wood, I see them. Their eyes are speckled with galaxies and they stare into my soul with a look so magnetic that i am trapped in a trance, a dance til death, with the faeries, nymphs and other creatures of fey.
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Fragmented Clusters
РазноеA collection of short emotive descriptives. these have been compiled together to fill the mind. Use them for meditation, inspiration, escape or whatever pleases you. When reading aloud, feel free to change the pronouns to suit the situation (eg. if...
