the moon is cold and chaste

Suddenly, there’s a deep growl that surrounds you. It feels tangible, as if you could reach out and touch it. It begins to grow slightly uncomfortable until the growl begins to subside. A few pairs of green eyes open in the distance beyond the trees, they watch you for a moment as they take in who you are and anything that they might take. When they find nothing, they close and the growl dissipate and the Rift allows you on your way.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: SALOMÉ ]

Nothing of note.