Feb 14
Soon, the Sun will set. Joy and Madness (which are more alike than one would think) will descend upon those gathered at the edge of the forest. The fires will grow, scorching the sky; the people will dance around them, and laugh, and drink, and cry. I already see the boundary between the Two Worlds shrivel, so that, for a little while, what lives Here and what lives There will meet, and will be One.
Let it begin, at last.
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Cazimir is a character from a story I am writing. He's an exiled prince who now lives at the border of the two realms. He's friends with Ivona, the weird village girl with a knack for magic and a taste for blood.
