You just stumbled into Lorian’s page for an adult dark fantasy tale, “A Taste of Mortality”.
we are jewels in the crown of midnight, dark obsidian tears, made of moonlight and blood rippling on sorrows’ surface, disturbing the night’s slumber
we are torn skin of the faint young sun, black fires burning on the forgotten hills, children of the opalescent haze and moondust touching the mortality with madness; ruling over abandoned circles and shadowed mazes
we are the last kiss from the goddess, blinding the nature with our brilliance, coating its heart with a stellar honey
Stay at your own risk… there be monsters.