The Purple Moon
Violet dreams drenched and soaked in fantasy, vapors of the most imaginative kind.
In this fantasmal Universe live little magical volatile people, both sentient and blue.
Carpeted with lawns that respire and breathe in the middle of night, stand unusual trees capable of reviving their foliage at the speed of light.
Dark vultures of karmic lineage live pre-cautiously inside the crevices of this long abandoned moon.
Magical runes spiel inside and around tiny silver makeshift orbs, spinning they imitate what was once a functional moon rotating on its axis.
Today this model moon is used as a place where people go to access their dreams and turn them into reality.
to be continued...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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