doomsday_disco Report post Posted June 17 Once the guardian of the garden of Hesperides, the Dragon constellation Draco coils around the sky’s north pole. Never sleeping and never setting below the Northern Horizon, Draco and its Draconis stars within are now the celestial guardian, forever watching over us all. A protective blend of Dragon’s Blood, Clove, and Amber. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted 6 hours ago Hollow spaces where the gods of splendor and shadows used to live. A decadence of dreams without a dreamer. If a knife's edge could be lush, it would smell like this, if an abattoir were opulent. If danger pricked thrice and bled on velvet were cast into the void. Satiny plums that ripened in the dark between stars, balsamic amber thick as the silence after the trembling last hymn dies. Musky patchouli rising from earth that never knew sunlight, spiced powder that might have been clove, might have been wine, might have been the bloody tears of marble saints. The bitter richness of nothing, damask curtains drawn over windows that face nowhere. An empty reliquary, precious, hollow, gleaming with an absence of excess. A devastating, desolate indulgence. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
