She lay quietly in the stillness of the predawn hours, fragments of memories replaying a disjointed whole. Waiting and watching is her muse. The (A)ethereal realm slowing reaches a moment of coherence. These moments are not easy to capture in writing. She can try.
The Still Plane | A Creation Story
The Still Plane | A Creation Story
The Still Plane | A Creation Story
She lay quietly in the stillness of the predawn hours, fragments of memories replaying a disjointed whole. Waiting and watching is her muse. The (A)ethereal realm slowing reaches a moment of coherence. These moments are not easy to capture in writing. She can try.