Perish song

The gentle winds of this perished world sweep away whatever doubts are nesting in the corners of my mind. I like to walk through the ashes bare-footed; the treacherous dust I stir feels silken on my skin, but burns my lungs when I drink it in. I bathe in the darkness oozing from every wrinkle of this perfectly carved death mask, and take comfort in its promise that at the end of my voyage I will reap what I sowed so long ago.

Ziost, beloved mirror image.

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sally e. goldfinch

Level 24 biologist. Has a weakness for non-humans, beer and voices lower than a 100 Hertz.

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