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skycathedral · 8 months ago

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Night’s eerily beautiful, keening song weaved itself through the dense oak trees. Oak trees that stood like sentinels in the night, stoic and looming. The haloed moon, pale and ever-glowing in all her gothic glory, hung low in the midnight-blue sky, haunted by thin, wispy clouds that followed her, worshipped her, like a moth to a flame.

Long, black, wildly untamed hair shone like an oily puddle in the moonlight, sweeping down to the rich soil and dead leaves as she danced and twirled between the trees. Crooked branches snagged and snatched at her pale, soft skin, and gnarled roots clawed at her bare-feet, desperate to assimilate her, to absorb her, to drag her deeper into the depths of the night, into the heart of the forest, where shadows would feast on her flesh, forked tongues delving into the marrow of her bones.

She threw her head back, baring her slender neck to the sky; an offering to the moon. Her arms reached out, as if to embrace the night, her back arching almost painfully. She was a swan, delicate yet powerful, pirouetting into deep, dark water, great white wings beating still. Her lips split, mouth agape with silent surrender, the cold darkness swallowing her voice.