A tincture from a dream worked by Kat Taylor, the dreaming created this landscape. The images speak their language, leaning into to hear their voices.

communal square so so quiet.
descending stairs
bare feet on cold tile
enclosed narrow realms
forward speed towards black stillness
very directed
twisted torso in between two doors
white doors
a voice screams
a ROAR shocks and gathers
the roar rising and BECOMING
not animal, not breath
rising like a swarm
ever upward
the roar heard

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