The flag: Fear, chicken, Gramophone, and fork
On a field of pale yellow (#ffffb3)
Bordered in white (#f7f7f7)
The path: Untruths, Guardianship, War, Puppet, tuxedo, Fear, and Unity
The cake sat there patiently the whole time. Rich, creamy, dark as night with several varieties of chocolate. It sat there and looked tempting.
But the promise of outrage if the cake was eaten, or its frosting disturbed, kept most forks away.
Outrage that might lead to death.
And so it sat there. Tempting. Calling my name.
It Didn’t Happen:
A Thing at A Place: fork darkness
The Obstacle: Fear Envy
It always starts with a bird.
This time, it was bird after bird after bird. They just kept streaming at me, around me, over me, through me, ooh, that tickles!
Birds flying through me ought to bother me more, but it seems to be something that just happens.
I remember being clumsy, when I was awake. But now, I just float here and watch it all.
The birds keep coming. First it was swallows in a full-form swarm.
Then it was an echelon of geese. They cut through me like I wasn’t even there.
I should fear the geese more, but I can’t seem to bring myself to fear anything anymore.
From my vantage, everything but the birds is so far away, below me, and unable to touch me.
I can just watch, and maybe send a bird or two for help.
The only real problem is that my nose itches. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have a nose any more.
Walk in The Dreamlands:
On a puddle of pale blue (#ccddee) are dealt
quill, Infinite, Clumsiness, fowl, Fear, Guardianship, and nose
open manhole drops on fire