Wendigo
August 3, 2026 at 11:56:37 PM
Beauty lies in the mystique of familiar voids; a gaping maw that expresses wants that have never been digested.
The stars swallow themselves under the gaze of our hollowed eyes, the sudden inclination of light taking us all by surprise.
Ask the plane for it's name, and soon enough you'll see the teeth that bury down into the vein. 