salvia's requiem 2 Picture

flashback. panic attack.

a gnashing of teeth, and trembling.
back into the woods.
gone to root.

just a dream.just a dream. just a dream. just a lie.

a transmission
a transformation.

a whisper.
a scream.

the process begins again.

the shepherdess is the flashbacks, textures, panic attacks, hag attacks, and other supreme weirdness all belong to me....

pan was absent from the woods.....i was told to find him there...i found a dead song birds singing, no crickets chirping... and in the middle of the blasted patch, on a gnarled tree stump, i found the flute....dare i?

*insert pan's flute songs restructured here*
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