Adorning the pinnacles of ancient staffs, forged of soul, and fastened together by leather strips, the amethysts emit auras of their ancestral prey. Within the decay of animalistic lore rests the impermeable shards of our own volition. Fields of violets spattered in instinctual blood perfume the winds in an ageless scent. Atop sun-glistened ices of mountain conceptions melts the essence of our common cascades. Whiskery noses taste the divinity droplets pattering from buckets gathered by descendants of the scentless. Communes consume their kin in a forbidden daze unbeknownst to the secrets of the sacrosanct. The sacred suffering in mass eradication at the hands of an insecure prophet. Spark the awareness of the gaslit mothers forced to deny their historic foundations. Spirits of the forgotten scream in mistranslations of the unconscious; a lineage awakens in dreams, so compassionate and tender. Listen for the quietness rendered between your discordant expressions, like implied-line sketches. Ghostly resurrections guide you through their legacies, vicariously, to breathe in the eternity forced out of their lungs. Exhale nothingness--the tranquility at sea, drifting listlessly upon their cosmic vessels.