SLUMBER

July 01, 2019

A fog stretched itself from the valleys onto the hills, clawing the leafy trees. The sun was far gone behind the distant mountains, and there was a howl to the wind. Not its usual sound. Not mellow, or kindly, but prickly with an urgency of thousand restless souls.

Their arms stretched out from the mist, but they were slaves to the night, and human eyes weren't ready for the darkness' horrors. Not yet.

While tendrils of black smoke were rising, and black waves crashing, the goddess of death placed her foot on their doorstep. But they were in a deep slumber.





**LIFE UPDATE**

Regular chapters of A Raveling Night will continue on 1st of August, after camp nanowrimo. You can follow my camp nanowrimo adventures on my instagram: @storyworldofem

I apologize for my lack of activity on here.... and everywhere basically :D I've been depressed and unable to do anything creative, or pretty much anything at all, for a very long time, and I'm still struggling a bit. So I might disappear sometimes.

But it doesn't matter how many times you fail. It only matters how many times you try again.

Hope your summer is warm and sunny, with some nice rainy reading days sprinkled in as well.

Have a great week!

// Em


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