Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

@Reigi

a gentle flush of lavender and pearly pink doused the eastern rim of the world, casting the frigid hemisphere in idyllic swirls of pastel colors. below the slow ascent of the sun most of the valley slept, iliksis among them.

the sun was slow to reach his curled form and it fanned out in the canopy in long fingers of pale yellow. under an arm of snarling heather the male had made a bed for himself, and besides him sat the grotesque figure of the skull he had purloined from the wood's borders. his breath came in rhythmic and slow metronome -- for but a moment, the monster appeared innocent as he slumbered.