Altar of Twilight pretty as a pearl

set near moonspear

the spear beheld a vision of might, and she a vision of life.

body pressed near to the sloping landscape, though the stench of a woman in season halted her steps. it had enveloped the neighboring territories in a blatant display of desire, though it appeared here had been the original source.

she need not waste her time any further.

godless toes spun elsewhere, steps bound north.

the view of the spine jagged her sight like a broken bone, and she set forth with stirring aspiration brewed thick in the pit of her belly.