The birds are watching you, too. You can feel them even if you can’t see them. The moths cover too much, block out too much, and your breath is coming too quick, too harsh, your hands now shaking. Your neck is burning and it feels like a mockery of everything you’ve built for yourself since that night.
A mockery of every loose thread you’ve pulled into place, every unwinding part of yourself you’ve tried so hard to keep together.
@faithofgods ✨
So, a couple months ago, I reached out to @lilas about a stained glass art commission with nothing but a vague idea of “smth smth ~tangled threads of fate~, smth smth ~game symbolism~” + the hope that Meg would be willing to go down the creative rabbit hole with me.
…uhhhh *gestures at amazing art* I think it’s safe to say my hope was not misplaced 😳😍
Meg, thank you so much for the care + commitment you poured into this project and for creating something more beautiful, intricate, + deliciously surreal than I could have imagined. And even more than that, thank you for being such a lovely friend <3
K, I’m gonna go back to staring at this in awe now + I invite everyone else to do the same 😘
