TG-Literature

Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red