whirling in air on the wail of a zephyr’s last gasping breath as on a secluded beach somewhere in the southern seas the necromancer puts down his magic spear and stares into the whorls of mother-of-pearl in an ancient oyster shell . . . things to save and things to let go and who to survive . . . another few days and it will be known . . . you to go or maybe me
My series post for today published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to see it
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-for-584
The image is a pop up card
