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witchscauldronI am seeing myself outside of myself. It is almost as if I am outside my body, watching it. Separated. A very odd feeling. A black tower stands over a dark sea - there is no land, just this obsidian tower jutting like a broken fang out of the sea. The sea is black...viscious. Stars move under its surface, leaving glittering dust where the waves slam against the tower's walls. The moon is high overhead, full and yet not, simultanously.
A figure is perched on the battlements at the top of the tower. Black wings are spread against the wind, and it balances there, crouched. It is pale...stark in this dim environment. Long hair tangles...black, with threads of silver and blood through it. It clings to the stones, taloned hands dug into them. Feathers ruffle, dance in the air...and then suddenly I am looking through my own eyes again. I remain on the tower, keeping watch over the oily water, watching stars die and be reborn in depths unfathomable.
Things swirl. It is grey on black, like a spiral of shadow, a descent. The next thing I see is...myself. I am disembodied again, standing over my own body, laid out on the floor. I reach down. I slit my own throat. I pull out my own eyes, and devour them. I crack open my own ribcage, and spread it, to watch my heart beat. Slowly it stops...slowly it fades to blue-white, exsanguinated and listless. I remove it, and it becomes stone in my hand. The body crumbles, like ash. Everything fades.
-M.
A figure is perched on the battlements at the top of the tower. Black wings are spread against the wind, and it balances there, crouched. It is pale...stark in this dim environment. Long hair tangles...black, with threads of silver and blood through it. It clings to the stones, taloned hands dug into them. Feathers ruffle, dance in the air...and then suddenly I am looking through my own eyes again. I remain on the tower, keeping watch over the oily water, watching stars die and be reborn in depths unfathomable.
Things swirl. It is grey on black, like a spiral of shadow, a descent. The next thing I see is...myself. I am disembodied again, standing over my own body, laid out on the floor. I reach down. I slit my own throat. I pull out my own eyes, and devour them. I crack open my own ribcage, and spread it, to watch my heart beat. Slowly it stops...slowly it fades to blue-white, exsanguinated and listless. I remove it, and it becomes stone in my hand. The body crumbles, like ash. Everything fades.
-M.
