Ouroboros Spine falkor

bummer sakhmet incoming

Her world was silent.

Hushed, tired, winding. She felt like stone as the snow came down in soft drifts. Her desire for much was minimal and she knew such a path would continue if she didn't fix it.

Yet how did she? Where was the guidebook for crawling out of a hole of her own doing?

Perhaps she had lost it when she had laid with Colt, or lost her son, or tore down Natigvik. Perhaps she was not worth coming out of this hole. She could spend all winter in solitude if she really wanted to. She felt the capability deep, deep, deep in her bones.

She could walk off into the wilds.

A sad mind clung to these dramatics as she stood upon the edge of Moonglow, snow dusted. Staring down the lands beyond.