White Winter SpiritsWe had forgotten long ago. All of our precious memories had been wrapped meticulously inside our red scarves and animal skin coats, free from the mind but kept close to skin for safekeeping. Like loved children bundled in winter fabric, we are fragile inside our layered past; like lost children forgotten by all we know, we wander aimlessly. Our minds are tainted with the constant ache of homesickness- the stars blazing overhead through the flurry of snow never stops urging us onwards, to seek the stars we remember from home.In silence, our pack travels. The snow, our shroud, makes no noise as we step upon its banks; the forest, dead from th
Into Her Realm Alone and unknown, lost and afraid. That was how he felt as he was running through the woods, a forest of shadows and nightmares. Eyes of hidden beasts glowed as gold as the harvest moon and red as blood, watching the man in torn rags stolen from a dead vagabond. He could feel their starving eyes on his bleeding wounds as the life slowly poured out from his broken flesh. Time passed slowly through his fingers as his end slowly began to show its dark and merciless face. There was no hope for him as Fate itself seemed to wish him to suffer slowly before he met his Maker. His foot met with an exposed root of an ancient tree, allowing his face to fall into a lake of moss and regret. Weeds of water wrapped themselves around his exposed and bleeding limbs as he struggled to reach the surface. His movements only seemed to tighten the grip of his prison until he finally surrendered.
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