Candyfloss Coven ocean while the others move slightly

while the others move slightly with each step — a measured record of what has been given

This is not destruction for the sake of it

Those who noticed each other there did not ask why they belonged together

Too early and they wouldn’t hold

but by the nature of the things he gathers

Candyfloss Coven ocean while the others move slightlyThe Candyfloss Coven came into being the way old enchantments often do not with thunder or prophecy, but with sugar on the tongue and a feeling that lingered too long to ignore. It began at the boundary where the summer fair dissolved into hedges and foxgloves, where pink threads of spun sweetness drifted like spells half remembered. Those who noticed each other there did not ask why they belonged together. They simply did. By day, when the sun hangs