Empty.

[witchscauldron]

This place feels as still as anywhere, before a storm wind or a driving grey rain. All the eyes I see seem empty tonight. Nothing is holding. I feel something changing, but not. Rippling, chaotic, pregnant stillness.

Unknown origin.

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*blink*

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*ponder*