Friday, November 28, 2003

Today’s Word: Opine

Joyous were the folk of Opine. For winter had come, sluggish and cold after a long summer of good rain and laughter. Harvests were gathered, stored, or sold.

Long nights came and with them the bright moon which gave light to the rituals of Opine, dark-towered by the mountain.

Fires burned high and solemn as the darkness gathered thick. Men, women, and children circled, shedding their earthly facades, taking on them the Hell Mark; gray skins writhing under lank, dead hair long to their feet.

Winter was come, and with it the joy of death.

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