Ouroboros Spine ✶ aniqduum nanaa tutaku ✶

Her paws flexed in the world between them all. Limbs twitched here and there. A brain trying to make sense of this in-between, of the flower ingested.

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The world she walked in her dreams was wide and wild.

Hunters rushed beyond her in the sun, mothers sung with their children. She watched it from some place she could not fathom. A high point. Looking down upon the village.

Cold, she was freezing cold.

Snow and winter whipped around her, beyond her. Twisted her over and over. Then! Bright and bursting came spring! The village stood at one in the fresh blooms of the warm months. She still was somewhere removed, watching and guarding. Waiting.

But there was peace.

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Her face contorted in her delirium, wrinkling and smoothing over and over. Legs had stilled.