moss dynasty

Then, for a moment, while the film was stripped from my orbs,
I looked into the lake of mirror and silver,
Wherein mundane reflections that'd previously disinterested me'd gotten morphed into an impressive
chaotic formation of endless monstrous trees, gravitated to the basin like a prehistoric moss dynasty.
I saw no fish therein, and it occurred to me, someone might have convened a symposium in the green.

The mystical io6 maps

On a dark, quiet afternoon,

6 farmers from the plains of Tazmania

Dressed for the centennial phoenix-egg-search extravaganza

Turned up at the local seer's office

Who twas said, possessed arcane wisdom of the mystical i06 maps