doomsday_disco Report post Posted Thursday at 08:08 PM A tangle of witch-roots, smoothed over centuries by gentle hands. Damp soil and smoked vetiver, spikenard and raw leather, dried fig and galangal—all bound in an indigo silk ribbon of somnambulic opium tar. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted 6 hours ago Dreaming Mandragora: Baptismal linen, lavender-pressed and yellowed, moth-eaten sweetness. Fae changeling cradled in lace and linen, ruffled sack of secrets. Mound of dirt spiced and sweet, loam and leaf, twig and root. Old earth magic's powder-soft pretense; lacunae of child, empty rosewood coffin, pile of dust, and twisted hay. The pores of the earth opening, breathing, exhaling; mulberry-stained fingers emerge. Blinking in the light. Tiny, grasping, changed. Crawling home to hollow hills. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
