Even in this dwindled aura, in our
Chaos--on this dim, unkindled, sallow road to Oz and through it all--we become more
Layered.
Illuvial we are--like the wayward roots that spiral, earthward, of the Night
Phlox and the patient Passiflora. Through the sentiment and
Sediment--in the damp decay and moss--We grow:
Even in this temporary day-loss--in this homemade, pinholed box (that we’ve inanely) opened of Pandora.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
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Author's Note: While treasure hunting for "I" words, I stumbled upon Illuvial. I found it to be a stunning.
Midjourney had a hard time representing a homemade Pinhole Projector that many use to view the solar eclipse. Ultimately, however, I like how the image captures the idea that something mysterious and magical has been unleashed. 🫣
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Thank you so much for all your support! 🥹 I'm around a little less these days, but I'm still here and am still trying to read all your wonderful work when I'm able to. 🥹
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
🖋️Literary • Speculative • Romantic Fiction
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, love & unapologetic womanhood.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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