Stories tagged “deviantArt”
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fall
They whisper as they draw themselves in, a faint susurration of retraction. Listen closely: the crackle and sloosh of xylem and phloem, the low hum of nutrients on their gravitational migration, leaving scarlet and orange and yellow in their wake. List...
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Aurora, Awakened
“She roams the forest at night as though sleepwalking, our nightmarish Princess. That infernal owl clings to Her wrist and whispers the Witch’s orders in Her ear. Have not you noticed the absence of the Good Faeries? They stay locked in a l...