In the first breaths of spring, a witch curls into the shadows. She is uncommonly found in the wee hours of early morning, long before the kiss of dawn rises on the horizon. Night's darkness holds her, cradling the witch where she walks in the thick of trees expanding over neutral lands. Calligo's embrace is a foreign one, a more unpredictable finger tracing her cheek when compared to Orien's divinity. But then again.. witch's have never been afraid of the darkness. They are born from it, revel in it. Even now, she is the monster that lies in wait, cocooned in the shadows under a starless sky. All she needs is her immortality to return.

In the gathering dark, she slithers from the tree line, picking her way through an outcropping of stones. The lonely mountain rises above her; a stark slab of rock that reaches heavensward like a closed fist. She almost finds the stairs that steeply climb to the temple hidden at the mountain's peak, but she turns away. Instead, the witch slips along the uneven stones, the soft glow of the crystal at her throat the only light born in the night goddess' shadows.

The flare of her power burns, a yawning dragon upon the precious gold of her second Sight. She aches for her lost immortality, but she cannot help but be grateful that at least one half of her gifts have found herself once more. The last time she had been upon this mountain, she had found herself lost within a shaman's cruel joke of maze. In the end, she had departed with her prize — a relic of opalescent, ancient power that now hides on a cord tied under the wilds of her mane. With it, she has become a Seer once more; just enough that the taste of her once-godly existence has rested upon her tongue. Now, she longs for agelessness.. just before she burns this world to ash and dust, finally able to return to her home among the stars above.

She is nearly there in her quest for power and immortality.. blind to her determination, just as she is half blind to the mortal realm.

The witch welcomes the deepening dark, as her lips curl into the shadows and smoke around her. A rumor had found her ears; a stretch of truth, a piece of information, what have her. A riddle, even. She was more than capable of discovering it's legality for herself, instead of waiting for the slumbering gods to act upon the wishes she had sent upwards in would-be prayers. Now, she crosses the threshold to the hidden caves, with hesitation nothing more than a skip in her dying heartbeat.

What you seek lies at the end of all things.

The truth lies in the caves that hide in the mountain like a tomb; a catacomb that could very well become her grave.

But still, she does not falter as she enters the black hole, where even the light of her crystal dares not touch the shadows that swallow her whole.

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Thread inspired by this song by Florence + the Machine.