Dislike perches on the cliff of Thoughtless. It pushes everything that doesn’t belong to it off. These fall below, shatter, and decay in the sun picked at by indifferent vultures. Bones clatter. Dislike, made of clay, has windows and terraces. The Thoughtless look: Nothing and no one pleases them. Red sunsets filled with distain. They worship vultures and carve statutes, finials, and ornaments in vulture shapes.
Brancok and Dreall wait at the gates. Small vulture deities cluster over the doors and overhangs. Despite the unsettling gaze of the statues the birds appear harmless in the flesh as they fly and perch. It’s only when eating, gnawing on a fresh corpse cast out of Dislike, that they seem fearsome.
“It could be you,” someone whispers.
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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