𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 📝 𝓚-𝓣𝓮𝓪 My feet sink gently into wet sand The setting light reflects across the satten flatland I only find like star dusting at midnight Cobwebs glistening in the pale moonlight The hills turn to embers around the edges, The trees return to their roots As ancient, silent witnesses, And the crescent silver gem hangs above them like a fragment of memory I used to think the dark was hungry. That if I stayed inside it long enough, it would learn the shape of my throat and closes its fingers there. But lately the night has been different. There is something moving through it. Not a ghost. Not quite a flame. Something I cannot name without breaking whatever spell it makes. It passes quietly through the trees and leaves the windows open. Suddenly I can breathe. Not a frightened shallow breathing, Not a labored gasp Of a one who stares at walls And wonders if they move closer. A deeper kind. The kind the earth must take when winter finally loosens its grip. My ribs become open windows. My lungs become fields. The sky seems to stretch just to make room for me. Whatever walks this place Does not burry me in the depth of it’s liquid body. It teaches the water to carry me. And I wonder if some things are only frightening until you realize they were never there to consume you. Somewhere beyond the treeline, a small light keeps moving. I never follow it. I don’t need to. It is enough to know that when it appears, the darkness retreats without being asked, and for a little while the whole midnight world feels like somewhere I am allowed to be.  Breathing Original illustration but used ai to enhance the original hand painted artwork 💕 love how it turned out!