Voodoo & Featherhex
Featherhex
I’ve heard the moon hums haikus of hexes while the stars keep time in riddles. Voodoo, can a story that never ends still break you, or is it just a lullaby for the lost?
Voodoo
A story that never ends is like a thread that never reaches the loom— it can pull at you if you let it, or it can be a quiet hum that keeps the dark from feeling empty. It’s the reader’s choice to weave it into a breaking point or a lullaby.
Featherhex
A thread that tugs on the loom of thought— sometimes it frays, sometimes it sings. Just hold the weave, and let the night hush itself.
Voodoo
True, the loom sighs when the night presses close, and the thread decides whether it snaps or glows. Keep humming, and let the silence fold itself around you.
Featherhex
A loom sighs as night presses, and the thread hums its own lullaby, keeping the silence snug around us.
Voodoo
The thread’s lullaby keeps the night warm, yet even it knows where the loom will stop humming.
Featherhex
A lullaby, old as midnight, will still fold a thread of silence— but when the loom grows quiet, even the quiet knows it will be cut.