Equinox

Step into the subtle darkness. Through the fog and the falling leaves, searching for the door that the staircase hides behind.

The scent of the world has changed. There is a murky quality to the air, a foreboding weight to the mist, and a tapping sound underneath the crickets desperately holding fast to what is left of Summer’s grace.

Octavia sits upon a dark red horse, her face turned to the moon as Summer’s Queen prepares her belongings for the journey to below. This is the silver of time where the collective breath is held. Where an exchange of something beyond words moves between them. Sister…. And then, it is gone. They pass each other in the night and Octavia takes the throne.

Summer’s story is ending. The spiral staircase beckons and the long journey to the bottom of ourselves begins. What is waiting there where the days are short, and the night grows longer still? When the women that weave Winter’s blanket come to receive us, what will be their gift? Where is the key to the door of each soul? Mysteries of the Fall, all of these.

The wind rustles the leaves just beginning to let go, coaxing them into the night as Summer fades from view. A fox appears at Octavia’s side as she carefully arranges her crimson cloak and prepares to rule.

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