I had a dream last night which was introduced with a title card: The Witch’s Eyes. In the dream, all of us are living in a desolate bombed-out cityscape, gray and lonely, held there by the comatose Witch whose eyes bleed a shimmering multicolored vapor. The plumbing and electricity of the city all plugs into her body and through the hexed infrastructure we are caged. Our only escape, us refugees and urchins, is through a virtual reality setup kept fresh and clean in the basement of a ruined hotel. Jumping in, we are set free in a garden of delights, ruled over by the gentle Queen of the Wood, a kind flower of a mother who draws the fairies to her with sweet words and heart’s nectar. The sky is sunny and rainbows of mist float through the colors of the world.
The Witch's Eyes
The Witch's Eyes
The Witch's Eyes
I had a dream last night which was introduced with a title card: The Witch’s Eyes. In the dream, all of us are living in a desolate bombed-out cityscape, gray and lonely, held there by the comatose Witch whose eyes bleed a shimmering multicolored vapor. The plumbing and electricity of the city all plugs into her body and through the hexed infrastructure we are caged. Our only escape, us refugees and urchins, is through a virtual reality setup kept fresh and clean in the basement of a ruined hotel. Jumping in, we are set free in a garden of delights, ruled over by the gentle Queen of the Wood, a kind flower of a mother who draws the fairies to her with sweet words and heart’s nectar. The sky is sunny and rainbows of mist float through the colors of the world.