Showdown at the Cinna-bar
Yeah, the vastness of space is scary, but the vastness of death…is scarier.
I thought I’d have far more profound thoughts at the moment of my death
Read More Showdown at the Cinna-barYeah, the vastness of space is scary, but the vastness of death…is scarier.
I thought I’d have far more profound thoughts at the moment of my death
Read More Showdown at the Cinna-barThe Northern Star that guides those who are lost from sky to earth to ocean was born of a flower. So was the giant Scorpion, the Herald of Death, who carries the departed past the veil into the afterworld. And so was the Blue Butterfly, the Emblem of Life, who guides newly arrived souls to their earthly anchors. The star, the scorpion, and the butterfly. The three are bound by an ancestor at once humble and extraordinary. It had no name in its short life.
Now it is called Imberflos, the Stormflower.
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