Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

Night came fast.

A little changeling upon the sands, bordering towards the basin.

Collapsed in the vast.

Casted in deep sleep.
Her heart erratic.

In a spiral.

Her feet ran. Flashes, burning.
Burning light.
Darkness, devouring her skin.
Aflame in stillness.
A rampant breath, curdled by quivers.
Can't feel.
Can't move.
move.
move.
move.

Delicate ears clamped to her scalp.
With the embers of her eyes closed,

the fire of her lips, diamond mind, stilled;
a creeping softness of water channels
flowed to the surface.

Slow. Liquid. Soft.

Thin limbs.

Passive lips.

Mortal.

Searching for the body of a god.

Shattered into.

Unfathomable pieces.

Soft barks trickled from a tiny throat.

And for a moment, her mind grew small.

Terrorized in a lambs sleep.

Let the gods' child sleep.

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May or may not awaken