May 28, 2023, 04:11 PM
a calling; a stirring in her poisoned veins. the healing of the fallen prophet was a slow affair, made no quicker by her isolation. she festered...
yet the unborn promises within her lived, and now they sang to her in voices of the future. it was this call she answered, bidding weary limbs carry her beyond the main island. to her den, where her first children had been given life. to her altar. to her skyrock.
she had been parted from her treasures for too long.
and now she hunched over her collection of bones, her skyrock, muttering prayers to a god who no longer heard her. once, she had been the listener; divine above all others.
now this mantle fell to her children.
yet the unborn promises within her lived, and now they sang to her in voices of the future. it was this call she answered, bidding weary limbs carry her beyond the main island. to her den, where her first children had been given life. to her altar. to her skyrock.
she had been parted from her treasures for too long.
and now she hunched over her collection of bones, her skyrock, muttering prayers to a god who no longer heard her. once, she had been the listener; divine above all others.
now this mantle fell to her children.