Prompt: Nightime, Fire in the lighthouse, lighthouse beam of light shining out, lingering fog upon gloomy seas
Prompt: Bones like branches snap; the forest will feed on our mindbending depravity, Stańczyk in the style of tenebrism
Prompt: Am I allowed again to call out what I need to hear? To be a conduit conditioned by the fear of fear?
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned.
Prompt: I chased my dreams and instead caught a glimpse of my own shadow; sprawled out and stained across the road.
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct? A Biblical depiction of Jacob's trouble
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct?
