myth

in the desolate area of the mountains, not long from the flatlands, you find myth. her gaze ripples like water when it meets yours, body radiating angelic phantom auras. quietly, she turns away, pacing towards the mountain-face. at once, her form seems to sink into its sharp edges, her very essence turning to a heavy fog.

you glance around as deep blues shift around you, a dream-like vapor seeping into the skies. the sunlight that once reflected onto the ground quickly becomes a moonlight, and the new tones bring you a feeling of peace.

myth