Vocab2-PhaethonThe moon was rising, a siren from the deep, her light shimmering with terpsichorean lucidity, glimmering and vacillating through the sky, calling out the creatures that flourished in the darkness of the night. However, on this night they stayed in hiding, giving the land a Plutonian aura, a deserted and grim shadow that enshrouded all. A silence, all encompassing and arcane, a silence that connotated a deep seeded dread had crept up on the lands like a gorgon disguised, enmasked as peace or tranquility.Vocab2-Phaethon
Phäethon was slinking through the old, Stygian, murky wood, the gloom of the land prevalent on his mind, terror clenching his he
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i fart in your general direction!
*Aotearoa
~dunedin
~llama-club
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