Arctura Cutshell dedicated her 19 years of life to see the winds, each one of the four with its allegoric state: North/Boreas: welfare, South/Noto: love, East/Pamphilian: peace of mind, West/Atlantean: excitement.
As the winds were flying by the days, and the days were flying by the winds, Arctura measured them in weight amongst the dandelions, at her home near prairie in the island of Sark: she could distinguish each colour for each wind: north/blue, south/pink, east/yellow, west/green.
The domestic-little animals of the environments, like the lupus-miniaturis of the English Channel (loup de La Manche), the leopardis inferioris (guépard), the joyful vermin (insecta) or the soft lion; all them, started feeling a rare lycanthropic angst, due to the near dissolution of the Arctura’s body into the astral panel.
From the miserable shore of the Island, over its anemic grasses of fall, it could be seen the French coast, L’Armorique; and far, far beyond across the plain-oblique Ocean roads, the dark silhouette of the depressed North-Iberian shorelines, that looked black and already submitted into the shadows of the night.
To the sides, the old Mare Tenebrarum of the Romans was black curtain and epilogue over itself.
As the winds were flying by the days, and the days were flying by the winds, Arctura measured them in weight amongst the dandelions, at her home near prairie in the island of Sark: she could distinguish each colour for each wind: north/blue, south/pink, east/yellow, west/green.
The domestic-little animals of the environments, like the lupus-miniaturis of the English Channel (loup de La Manche), the leopardis inferioris (guépard), the joyful vermin (insecta) or the soft lion; all them, started feeling a rare lycanthropic angst, due to the near dissolution of the Arctura’s body into the astral panel.
From the miserable shore of the Island, over its anemic grasses of fall, it could be seen the French coast, L’Armorique; and far, far beyond across the plain-oblique Ocean roads, the dark silhouette of the depressed North-Iberian shorelines, that looked black and already submitted into the shadows of the night.
To the sides, the old Mare Tenebrarum of the Romans was black curtain and epilogue over itself.
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