a flame upon the face of the deep

[farheavens]

The sun, golden phosphorous steps trailing faintly in it's wake, has lain it's head beneath the western seas once more. How many days have passed, stuck in this granite vise of cold malignancy? How many months? The scent of iron and honey has fled as well and with it the heavy spiderweb of blood has darkened to a thick charred ruby, cracking and

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[eunoia666]

The sun! Yeah!