Promise of the Lunar Lattice
Thecolors stretched and wriggled, flowing like water over a jungle floor, in and out they reached a hundred fold. Blood dropped like rain, tainting the pristine, virgin fabric that would be,
"My duty…"
A thousand birds graced the sky, sky of blue. Bearing marks of the woman-child who does not bleed. The fruit-less vine, it was not beyond hope,
"My home…"
The colors were pierced, penetrated, raped by the colorless roots of the Dead Tree. It was dead; it only need accept it,
"My foe…"
White puss oozed from the roots punctures, filling in the cracks between colors. The colors where absorbed into it; forming a massive shapeless, unclear form,
"They where always one…"
The unified river of color took form; it had tooth and claw, which it used to pull the roots from itself. Looking past, seeing through, its heart was the hidden moon.
"The Blue She-Child…"