the sound of the stagehands still working behind the curtain-- gone. the soft strains of piano that have accompanied her all through her journey into quetzalcoatl's heart-- gone.
but in their absence, they do leave room for one thing:
a distant roll of thunder, the promise of a soothing, oncoming rain. ]
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Date: 2024-04-14 02:41 am (UTC)the sound of the stagehands still working behind the curtain-- gone.
the soft strains of piano that have accompanied her all through her journey into quetzalcoatl's heart-- gone.
but in their absence, they do leave room for one thing:
a distant roll of thunder, the promise of a soothing, oncoming rain. ]