Silvertip Mountain to look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies

asperas had not left the glass cave since ursus's arrival to the mountain. all around them, constant change; kaleidoscope colors wheeling and winking with the turn of the sun, a brilliant glittering display so thoroughly consuming of the senses it seemed to blot them out entirely. a varicolored void.
the voidsent had eyes only for the bear-god. simulacrum. apostate. usurper. their gaze, subtly mismatched as it started to turn, was hateful on the yellowed bones of the bear. filled with bitter curses and black bile. dethroned in her own mind and desolate, unable to come to terms with a power greater than her own, asperas did not sleep. she only stared.

would love a @Merrick if you have time <3