Totoka River silver

under the pale gloom of a moody sky threatening midnight storms, the listener wove among thin grasses and rocky debris in pursuit of what was promised ahead. spawned from the wintry grey stretch of river like a clawed foot on a twisted leg, liquid gold fanned out over muted sands in glossy tendrils. the colors shifted as she walked, reflecting fleeting flashes of rosy streaks and subtle creeping midnight hues. the listener studied it closely, gaze drifting skyward and back again every so often. she was alone, a dark wild-furred silhouette cut as starkly against the bleached blandness of the riverside as the intricate mirrorscape of deltas. at the listener's flanks, spirits pressed their cold dead faces to warm tangled fur and murmured lovingly.