Totoka River no direction but a faith in her decision

abandoned! a naked feeling, bereft of the spirit-whispers the listener wore like a ghostly crown.

the woman watched, hazy reflections of the otherworld swimming in her eyes.

the listener lowered their head, a riot of ebony-bladed hackles on display. the scent of her lingered in the crisp air between them, untainted. silence lurked under the gentle murmur of the river, pierced by soft footfall.

you are alone, the listener observed in tones heavy with implication, steps tapering to a lingering halt, and said nothing more.