made from mud

[imgleft]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... uncert.png[/imgleft]The wind on his face, the rush of blood through his veins as his lungs fought for air, the exhilarating strain of muscle. Running over the shadowy sand he looked up into the heavens. He let out a bark of laughter as he was met with the twinkling smiles of stars crowding the sky to watch him run, all watched by their mother the moon. A burst of speed saw him to the top of a dune and beyond. Instead of a decline he ran further up, stars rushing to support each strike of hoof. His eyes danced with their light as he kept running, never stopping his mad dash among the stars.

chorus of birdsong

owl roost

bed of moss

woodland

bubbles of light

where the plains end

night [joint dream with Light]

red-veined rock

fear of not feeling

running hot

taste of flesh

written in blood

swamp magic