Bushveld TV
The sun sets on yet another perfect day over TerraLuna, and the sky is painted into a momentarily magical masterpiece. In the distance, a lonely Jackal gives an ululating howl that tears the dusk apart, hunting for a companion against the dark to follow. Bewilderment starts to stir in the souls of the sparsely scattered humans, drawing them to the fire that was merely rekindled from last night’s coals. A crackling, spitting display of light, smoke, and scattering embers, shouting out at its slowly sinking compatriot, fading and dying in the west. The moments where whispers of the wind carry the sizzle of our sinking star, and the little Terra-based version, takes over its heavy burden. Light. Warmth. Even the brightest of Luna, cannot give that same feeling. Security. An oasis, in the desolation of a desert of terrors, against a tsunami of dark that envelopes the bushveld…
a story by Lizzardking for Arah Wolfgirl my queen, on her birthday 25/05/2023
Very poetic. I love a good camp fire session too. The setting sun, and crackling fire has a way of dissolving the masks we wear through the day, and the words we speak ring more clearly of the truth in our hearts, than when we are trying to speak above the tumultuous backdrop of daytime activity.