Fragment 121
21 Feb 2026 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna swept, at first fearfully across the frigid powdery drifts, towards the distant and dusky marrow of the Meadow of Omoorn. Lissome as a spirit of ruby-swathed alabaster, while the crystalline, and alien chorale rose to a weird pitch. Unendurable...