#drift together

at the place where water envelops sand the wet sludge sucks on calloused toes the white foam swirls around scarred ankles the forgotten blade and the man with no name cast in monochromatic lunar light highlighted with the sharp green glow of soulfire walk roaring power before them buzzing reeds behind both lured to the churning depths called away from the light of a now-distant fire soft laughing voices, burning leaves smoke, friends, food, music

they tread a treacherous path filled with sharp stones wet hungry mouths and chitin one fearless one always afraid hand in hand fingers wrapped tight holding each other close against the dark

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