A mirror found in the dark forest. Twigs are glistening and frost born spiders¹ followed me this far.

A worm swallowing the fractured light.

infinite hunger, only for 3 nights.

Stones throw:

• moonbeetle

1. Nothing of the sort can be seen from fire of man ↩︎

come has the pass. 20.24;

False false the flags of fades.
Eyes string us to the shore of a death autumn's wake.

Street markets of broken blades. Fragments of embedded stories. Ruby dyed blades.