Corridor of Cells
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Eastern Wind
These falls surrounded him in an alabaster mist, and he was blessed with their collective symphony. Gave him consistency To explore the silent spaces between. Silence was an embrace. A peace that detaches his spirit from his physical boundaries. Knees folded, body at rest upon wet stone and blanketed moss. Cif inhaled moisture and vegetation. Particles of stone and dust, skin and pelt, water and air. Fundamentals of life rippled through his conscious, fusing him with the earth that supported him. Enamored, he'd become with this Isle. Aspets of his discipline were questioned: his search for Tort; his honest desire of returning to Salaghn. Other elements of himself found more purpose, an ease he'd never experience. This was what he wished to pursue. What his deviant errand to a secluded and holy island uncovered in him. The birth of an aspiration, wholey his, without concern or duty to the shaman herd. A life of his own. What may it be? Was this what Halavine ran for, all these years? BY TASHA OOC: 'Om' is the chant of the base chakra, and his current focus @Essence |
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Corridor of Cells - by Essence - 09-13-2017, 10:12 PM
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