The mossy ground provides a cool, soft carpet for my little feet. My extremely pale skin looks almost translucent against the green beneath me. My floaty, white dress hovers around me like a curtain of light mist, and my long silver strands flow down my back reflecting the bright but not burning sunlight that illuminates the graveyard on this early morning. The dewdrops glisten on the leaves of the vines that tangle around the faded headstones. The stones that mark the places of resting souls are still and silent. The only sound is a sweet little bird every now and then, as not even the breeze is strong enough to rustle the leaves on the ancient trees whose raised roots hold them firmly in the ground. The air is crisp, clean and cool. I lie down on my bed of natural velvet and let my even inhales and exhales allow me to drift into a peaceful sleep.
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Fragmented Clusters
DiversosA 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...
