Table of Contents | 5 February 2024
You are a young god. You are sweet volcanic soil and the rumbling voice of the stone and banners that snap in the wind. You are the best and deepest desires of your people. You are, in the body that is only somewise yourself, pleasing to mortal eyes, easier to petition than the mountain, and as they forget the form that they speak to is not precisely yourself, you forget a little, too.
where stardust shimmers like December snow
we’re looking for this girl / neither Princess nor Empress, out in the bleeding ocean
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