Slayer

Crimson dripped off the end of the blade and into the dirt.

Entheos

When she awoke to greet her day, she did not rise.

From contingent and chaotic origins, on the plains of now-distant fate, four stepped over the grass with caution.

The ocelot skulks in the cold.

Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.

I am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.

~ an action series

Now that they were both here, together, they began to reflect.

At the top of the mountain, he believed fate awaited him.

It was a place of respite, of peace.