The firebird's claws dropped Pupa out of a dizzy heigh from above a conifer forest into the treetops. Her fall was slowed by the thick, dense moose, that grew on the cold, long branches and trunks. She landed on an impenetrable mesh of fallen woods, moose and mushrooms. The little changeling looked around and recognized the wind carried her to where she had slept away time as a little larva,
Luna stood in front of her mirror. The sheets on her bed laid unsorted on the other side of the room, next to the bed they had dropped off. She had raised in an abrupt motion this evening. It was a dream that woke her – or maybe something different. Certainty to what it was didn't exist in her head. Logic dictated it was a dream. It felt like it, behaved like it, but it didn't follow her orders.
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Well..I just returned from KZ Buchenwald (germany) and it was very..impressive. And inspirating in some dark ways too. Nothing to say here, it's too big for my never-will-be-read-block.