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Prompt words: crow, autumn, barricade, chaos, feather, creatures, wings, toxic |
| On a cool autumn evening, a toxic silence descends, like a crow landing on carrion. What creatures stalk, the hours between dusk and dawn? Chaos, with his black ruby sword drawn, passes the barricade that separates dimensions. Wings rustle, a feather falls through the darkness its color changing, flowing through the color spectrum, as it descends to the ground. Is this an omen? Poet's Note ▶︎ |