binding us down to our rest FLUX prompts

1 month ago

In the roots of the grasses and the sorrels, I laid my body low; and the pearl-pale lady Niam lay by me, her brow on my shoulder; and years after years did flow; square leaves of the ivy moved over us, binding us down to our rest.

1 month ago

In the roots of the grasses and the sorrels, I laid my body low; and the pearl-pale lady Niam lay by me, her brow on my shoulder; and years after years did flow; square leaves of the ivy moved over us, binding us down to our rest.