#canadiangothic

[whimsigoblin]

Dusk has fallen.

You are alone.

Just ignore the whispering from the raspberry bush.

(You are alone.)

[silentcitystreetart]

I can see only a few kilometers west the rest is an inky black seeping to all that lives. They have emerged, a spark within a flame. Forest Gods carry the knowing of solice for the pines arch west. The oracle of souliec rest has spoken, the moss has awakened.

[osgoodmichelle-blog]

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[silentcitystreetart]

Tendered to the trees forever surrounded by their woody pulse. Entangled ment to the oaks as they spread through out your hair. You're new Armour a compilation of honour, grace, and the essences of a whole seasons worth of harden lichen. Darker it becomes as the trees twist further in, the last hints if sunlight slipping through. Sleep with echos of strong-willed light for even hibernation comes to an end.

[silentcitystreetart]

I offer you a stone with 9 banded rings around it as an offering for a dreamscape.

Thank you for the offering I will add it to my alter. Enjoy.

As the ones who float move swiftly through the clouds, a everending darkness follows. With the brightness of a winters night prepare the fire. Collect from the fallen oak on Semaris Cresent. Ignore the chanting from the neighbour's, thinking of them as soul safety watch. Build the flames, let it engulf the air around you,. Merge with the flame. Normality is a fallace when the veil has fallen.

[silentcitystreetart]

Another spooky Violet! Hail and well met, friend.

Hail well to you friend! How goes ones autumn?

I hope you enjoy.

You've been in the creak for three days now the nights hollowed with a deep disseminating darkness. Water continues to run over your hand, slowly eroding you. River stones and you are of equal notoriety. Sunset shadows within battered flames.

[whimsigoblin]

daisy eyes.

[whimsigoblin]

Hello, weary traveler

It is the season of frog singing, here. Of burning days, and of nights that know too much.

Never mind the noises coming from the abandoned house across the street (have you convinced yourself it was a fox laughing yet?).

Never mind that the eye shine at the edge of the woods is directed your way.

You're welcome to rest for a while, but do try not to linger.

Once they've noticed you, things become irrelevant very quickly.

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