Cycle 1

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hallowed ground | somewhere in monoceros, a chrysalis of transparent quartz breaks.

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I've fallen out of favour and I've fallen from grace

The first thing this little gemling noticed as consciousness dawned on her was how sore it was. It’s legs, to be precise, and everything below it. They were all bundled up, scrunched into tight angles that were really uncomfortable, actually, and with no room at all to stretch or move around. It was almost paralysed into one position, unable to generate any kind of momentum to kick out or break whatever was holding it down.

The second thing was the light. Oh, how terribly bright it was. They couldn’t open their eyes yet, nor would they want to, with all this fluid that they were submerged in, but the light still came through their thin, underdeveloped eyelids. It was like they were suspended in nothing at all, simply a glassy case to be observed through. They wished it would be darker, so that they could focus on leaving instead of being assaulted by this onslaught of senses, from compression to brightness to the liquid as it circulated around their fur.

What the gemling wanted most of all was to simply get out. It kicked and writhed as hard as it could, twisting itself into several uncomfortable forms. Once or twice it thought it could hear a crack, or the tinkling of Quartz onto whatever lay outside, but the fluid in it's ears and the mess of howling sound outside rendered it's hearing null and void.







doin' a think
"Yeah, that's a word alright."

Cool funky fresh words.

The line break that I love so dearly





doin' a think

"Yeah, that's a word alright"