I have had a bugger of a headache all day. It’s almost 1am and I’ve only just found a prompt I may use. So, instead, here’s a tidbit from my current Work in Progress. 🙂
The water’s were treacherous here. A lone figure stood upon a dark ocean surround by countless fox fires. Though the water lurched and broiled the woman remained unaffected; hovering inches above. From her a net of silk unfurled; settling on each bonfire. For a moment, she shone with the brightness of every fire. She could only savour the omnipotence. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the net disconnected from the dimmer fires. With the brighter ones, she was more thorough; disconnecting only from the familiar. This night none remained. Task complete, the net reeled back in, then for a split-second brushed against another. Instantly the net fanned out in that direction, closing in on… Nothing. Perturbed, she stretched the net out as far as her strength allowed. Still nothing. Imagination? Or another like her? The plane of the collective unconscious was a strange reality, at best. Travelling back to her own dreams, the dreamer tripled her wards.