Blackwater Islands surreal

the listener stood upon the bridge of souls. water swirled around her elbows, dark fur churning with the motion of the waves. minute by minute, the water receded. above, the sky was a dark writhing entity with a single fiery eye half-closed in malevolent boredom.

the prophet stared out across the bridge, watching ankyra sound. waiting. already she had summoned two souls to her. had they heard her calls? when would they come?

short post just to get this started. for @Sobo (& co.) and later @Mireille but feel free to hop in sooner if it suits you <3