Ouroboros Spine arrii ⥈

do you hear, beloved spirit?

it is the moon of lost feathers —

their wings bear you to the dancing lights now.

you crawl out of the sleeping place of sedna.

open your eyes and see.

your journey is almost at an end.

your journey is almost at an end.

the keening at last came upon her now, rage and sorrow in a fierce mingle which choked the duck and sent her cries spiraling into shouts of wrath.

they echoed across the spine, to the mountain, to the glen, to the sea.