…inception
into walls of crimson aural shimmers gliding soon, when, where how amidst glowering few yews yearling Well in thy Moon. Yell, scream, pound. Pound. Upsurging streams of mellow feathers, Fluttering in the amber Well, Pounding, penetrating, uplifting Flutter, flutter; flutter… Gleaming and streaming, Flow, and flight. White blurs ambient bliss, […]