they are a walking target 'pon the cracks of what could have been a kingdom, wandering foreigners that venture incognisant of what lurks beyond, & even the ground will become their enemy, prone to shifting its shape at will, wounds upon the asphalt appear & heal at a moments notice, without any more reason than that the terrain wishes it to be so.
& so, they step
unforgiving ground shatters beneath their feet, revealing the merciless, infinite chasm concealed below deceptive, solid sheet. naught remains long enough for them to hold onto anything that will bequeath them significant support from an inevitable fate.
& they [ f a l l ]
but salvation is to come in form of an individual accoutred in black, shooting star rebounds off collapsing rubble to pluck this falling flower from midair & carry it to sturdier soil, fragmented structure well above temperamental earth.
