Winter CycleThe white death has comeWinter Cycle by ~Fundelstein
The earth purified and clear
Ready for rebirth
SpelunkingOn this night, like any other night, I retire to my chambers. It's been another tiring, awful day. I know I will not sleep well alone; I can predict it accurately now. So, I rely on the valerian mixture to drag me there again.Spelunking by ~Fundelstein
It's the only way for me now.
I've previously taken a nice volume from the library—I always avoid love stories. The draught comes quickly, the maid accustomed to delivering it. As I drink it, I take a good sip, as much as my tongue can bear. The flavor is more bitter than usual, so much so that it smarts.
Somehow, immediately, I know that something is very wrong.
The unsavory taste lingers in my mouth. My chest tw
silver-tinged twilight owlssilver-tinged twilight by =Sammur-amat
with the help of lofty, fresh leaves
so too, do the summer's evening
winds whistle around
the empty park bench passing
through the p