Noah moved through the inner quarter, his steps purposeful as he gathered the necessary supplies to construct an altar for Vi. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the hum of nature provided a backdrop to his solitary mission.
Noah stood in the heart of the temple, a sacred space dedicated to Vi. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blossoms as he meticulously adorned the altar with an array of vibrant, freshly picked flowers. Each bloom held significance, a symbol of the vitality and beauty that Vi bestowed upon the world. The torrential rains that this season brought threatened to kill these flowers, but Noah was able to save some. Enough to fill the air with their brilliant scent and lighten the candlelit temple with their color.
Noah's hands moved with purpose, his devotion evident in the meticulous care he took in adorning the temple with nature's bounty. He envisioned the temple as a living tribute to Vi, a sanctuary where the divine essence of life was palpable. On the north wall propped a large canvas stretched out between timber boards that were taller than Noah himself. Paints of all color and variety were scattered at the base, and it was very clear he had a project in mind for that, too, to complete once his flowers were placed.
Noah stood in the heart of the temple, a sacred space dedicated to Vi. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blossoms as he meticulously adorned the altar with an array of vibrant, freshly picked flowers. Each bloom held significance, a symbol of the vitality and beauty that Vi bestowed upon the world. The torrential rains that this season brought threatened to kill these flowers, but Noah was able to save some. Enough to fill the air with their brilliant scent and lighten the candlelit temple with their color.
Noah's hands moved with purpose, his devotion evident in the meticulous care he took in adorning the temple with nature's bounty. He envisioned the temple as a living tribute to Vi, a sanctuary where the divine essence of life was palpable. On the north wall propped a large canvas stretched out between timber boards that were taller than Noah himself. Paints of all color and variety were scattered at the base, and it was very clear he had a project in mind for that, too, to complete once his flowers were placed.
the forsaken
your scars shine like dark stars
your wounds are where the light shines through
your wounds are where the light shines through
