III | IMPERATRIX from TRIONFI by ANAZANAUT
All that is born issues forth from the mother, whose nature is that of abundance and fertility. Within her womb, the cosmic cradle of creation is nurtured. The blood of the moon flows forth to nourish the furrows where harvests spring into bloom. From delicate sprout to sturdy full flower, her encouragement is to grow and multiply and spread these seeds without limitation. Her progress is through instinct and is organically bestowed.
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.