Of all twelve Maidens in Avalon, Aswani is the only goddess to have a direct counterpart in the major counter-religion of the Bhoja continent. She is the goddess of night and the afterlife, and so more symbolically the goddess of closure and endings.
Everyone had abandoned the street by the time Lonan returned to it. Doors still hung open. All the people were turned out of their houses, and continents of pottery shards were scattered outside Serafina Fiamma. There was no fire this time, no scorched feathers.
Gilliana sat herself down by the fire, mottled brown robes bagging around her. The cage clanked to the floor. She handed him a warm, slightly muddy seagull egg from a brass bowl and pillowed the martin in her lap.
Its time for another short film showcase, this time honoring a few films I found on a "cute animals" binge gone terribly awry.
Valley wind strings birthday graves along the roadside, impossible to tell from the litter and waste.
The letters get away from me, making tiramisu.
So today we're having the equivalent of a Class Movie Day here on Phantasmagorium. In the spirit of rest and relaxation--and extreme discomfort--I thought we'd watch "Possibly in Michigan," a ten-minute short film directed by Cecelia Condit.
Shiori fell to the bottom of the world. It was black. It was cold, and wet like oil was wet. It was full of moving faces. They ate Shiori’s fingers, robes, eyes.