7. Holy Mothers – Anchor

P:”?”

T:”It is told that the trees themselves are hallowed.”

P:”Hallowed?”

T:”And that in their presence 1 can be subjected to night-visions.”

P:”Presence?

Night…”

L:”You’re not going to repeat all she says?”

P:”…”

R:”?”

P:”I’m just trying to…”

R:”We should go.”

P:”I think…”

R:”?”

P:”…I should listen.”

I sit.

Another sandwich.

Just a sandwich.

It was waiting to be eaten…

T:”Randomness.

4 Species.

As you watch their reflection…

In the Pond.”

I’ve heard that.

I wasn’t eating back then.

T:”Autumn.

Her Purple Mantle.

Drenched.

Exquisite.

Her perfume exudes her intentions.

A call.

Amplitude.

Quietness.

And a droplet of fresh water.

A call for the senses.

She bears this fragrance of eternity.

Bearing & Born.

Her body.

This vessel, falls.

You watch.

From the surface of the Pond.

You stare at her.

Her dream ends.

With Dusk.”

P:”Hey…”

L:”?”

T:”Something came to you.”

P:”I’m not very focused…”

R:”Think about that.”

P:”Air’s fresher at night.

We go out.

R:”What are you-

?!”

P:”I want to come back.

And hear the end of the Tale.

T:”Understood.”

L:”?”


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