taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.
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Leaves drift in swirls and great spins unto waiting ground. The gentle fog tickles them and they it. Their fog too swirls, leads the leaves to dusted ground. They land and gentle puff of air extends out from them.
Unseen pebbles dribble down steep mountainsides. Dirt beneath digs itself into purchases for root to later take hold upon. Great trees foster sprawling mycorrhizae as purchase lets to little valley. Wind lets loose leaf fall. They flitter through everfog of peaks looming.
I've heard the terms sunrise, sunset, and moonrise many times,
but I've only ever heard the term moonset once.
can we contemplate the faded moonset under bluing sun? can we mourn Her going? can we honor Her and feel Her in the celestial sphere beneath?
cloud girls are not actually passive or docile at all at least not all the time. they can be otherworldly and scary and incredible
they have purpling rumblings on their insides they won't tell you about when you ask them. When they talk, when they breathe, an ethereal mist pours out. their hair flows out in shelves and their shape has parts that layers in and out as they move through space and time; they don't move so much as the parts of them that were there stop being, and the parts of them that are here start being. their hair pretends to be hair sometimes, but you can see the way it fluffs out and forgets what it's supposed to be, before they reach up to adjust it again. you should feel grateful for the opportunity to meet with this slice of them.