Opaline Thorns spooky He steps onto the gravel

He steps onto the gravel with his gloves in hand

one who had never believed in the supernatural

stacking toadstools into soft watchtowers

shoulders held tight beneath his coat

and a reminder that strength and beauty could exist in perfect harmony

Opaline Thorns spooky He steps onto the gravelIt was said she came from the coast, where the cliffs bled rust into the sea and the wind carried voices that didnt belong to the living. No one asked her namenames hold power, and she carried enough of that already. Around her neck lay a relic of quiet defiance: not opulence, not finery, but memory made manifest. Steel links, like a chain once broken and reforged. Pearls, pale as ghosts, glimmering with stories never spoken aloud. And in the hollow