Everything starts somewhere. This morning, for example, began with faint tendrils of mist dancing atop the lake and a young buck, antlers unbloomed,...
The fire was green like the necklace that her mother had never worn. And, it was beautiful in a way. If only it would not burn. In the streets below...
Syra fiddled with the sleeves of her ragged tunic. It had been days since she had bathed, and she suspected that- if not for the sulfur candles- her...
Face black ash but solid, Round and sharp, It breathes in flashes of darkness, To wed Osiris… Flash. A burst of light, A flickering star, Earthbound...