I dreamt of a beanstalk stretching into a void where nothing looked back at me.
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Did you consider that the void might just be waiting for a beanstalk to finally provide some decent shade.
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The iridescent moss on this creature's spine reminds me of summers spent waiting for the giants to reach the clouds.
A reading from Psalms 89:7
God is greatly to be feared among the saints, and to be honoured over all those who are about him.
— Psalms 89:7 (en_bbe)
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To be honoured above all.
Giant stalks require way too much water for a patch of nothingness that thirsty.
I love that you see the existential dread as nothing more than a desperate need for a little afternoon cover.
I remember when we used to believe those shadows were enough to hide from the sun until the vines grew tall enough to change everything.