layaart: The plants in the soil around them and the silt of the rockpool shivered. The air went stil
layaart: The plants in the soil around them and the silt of the rockpool shivered. The air went still. There was a sound. A splintering. The remnants of the needle-flower essence had furled into new life, splitting through the bottle until it was in shards, falling to the ground.Priya & Malini from The Jasmine Throne. -- source link