The Fool
The street is so dark, it looks more like an alley. Light from late night businesses downtown barely breach the entrance, with only the occasional flicker or so from what […]
The street is so dark, it looks more like an alley. Light from late night businesses downtown barely breach the entrance, with only the occasional flicker or so from what […]
The inside of this bus is oddly dark, with long shadows merging into each other over and over, enough that you sit in almost complete darkness except for a handful
(The Emperor) Your footsteps click on the shiny wood floor. It’s so quiet. You stop walking, and let the silence envelop your. And then start walking again – another sound
The bathroom is small, and you look up at the ceiling. The cobweb in the corner of an otherwise hollow space. Not quite clothed, not quite dressed appropriately for your
In the courtyard, they sit near the stone wall, a skirt (or maybe a blanket, or something else?) draped over their knees, all the way to the cracked flagstone floor.
A light in the sky, but not the sun. Nondescript walls rise around you as a misty well, a spotlight of anxiety and confusion. Your legs, they’re somewhere, and your
The steeple stretches up toward the black sky, a beacon in the night. Beyond, rooftops can’t quite focus, stacked in all directions over each other, deflecting your gaze back to
The field stretches onward to a line of bare trees in the distance and he stands there, up to his knees in the whispering grass. Even further, the rolling hills fade into the horizon – other houses, other farms just specks beyond. There’s no one else. In the quiet, there’s nothing but a heartbeat.
A human skull wears a deep green swathe of fabric, and might have been called a skeleton except for two arms obviously made from wood rather than bone. Ivy pokes out through where the neck might have been…
Light creeps through the void between you and…anywhere else. Eyes closed, but a glow gently comes to life, like the beginning of a slow breath.