The Infinite Starr

crow symbolism

  • The Museum on the Wall

    “I wish I could tell you she was a hippie.” The Mind sighed and stretched itself across the corners of consciousness where it spent most of its time organizing thoughts into neat little piles. “But she wasn’t.” The Ego laughed. “Thank God for that. She would have been unbearable.” The Spirit smiled quietly from somewhere…

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  • The Thing Strangers Never See

    Before Nyx learned how to take, she knew how to see. As a child, she vanished into the trees that lined the backyard like old sentinels. The grass grew wild there, fed by roots older than the house itself. She played barefoot in the dirt, palms dark with soil, arranging stones, leaves, and bones into…

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