2 July 2012
In the dark stretch of wood a stillness sounds. Leafless trees shake and tremble in the silence. Stagnant air does not draw breath and suffocates the land. Deprived of light the earth bleeds. It's milky blood pours out thick and fast. It's blanket covering the dying forest floor. It swirls and seethes with anger of the decay it hides. It rises up for the fallen life below twisting and forming into shapes of its own. A misty imitation of life it takes a step forth. The white sea billows and writhes before its padded feet. It brings long needed moisture and substance in its wave. A trail of life and growth follows and blooms. Slowly the mist like warrior battles the blight all around. It attempts to bring back the sun. Though the light would sear its existence away it battles on in it's selfless war.
Mist Warrior • Opuss № I