on unburying / [the wound in the ground] | dimiclaude | 11k

And then the world shifted; reality tilted and spilled over upon itself. The sparse forest of Galatea bled down; the sun bled with it, and everything suddenly dulled, and in its wake was only cold. Claude came to—a sudden awareness of himself rushing over him, and he felt breathless and exerted, though he had not moved from where he stood.

Snow, like a powder, now littered the ground, and tall, spare pines stretched up towards nothing, but Claude could not see where they ended, and it hurt his head to continue to look. Everything was still, and it felt like the end of the world—after everything was already over. The air was dead, and Claude was alone.

He turned around, took a few calm steps in the direction he came from, but the strangeness didn’t change. He was somewhere else now.

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ahhh i’m sorry i’m so late to answering this but you’re so sweet <3

s!!!!! I was so bummed to see it had looked like you had sort of fallen off tumblr….